The Golden Crossing

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The brass astrolabe had sat on my workbench for three days, its intricate gears frozen in a deadlock of my own making, a small, cold sun hanging in the darkened workshop while the rain outside hammered against the single pane of glass with a rhythm that felt less like weather and more like the impatient knocking of a creditor who knew exactly where I kept my secrets. I had been telling myself...

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