The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The brass astrolabe sat on my desk, a cold, intricate wheel of metal that had once mapped the heavens and now, in the dim, coal-smoke haze of the Victorian Bureau of Internal Inquiries, mapped only the boundaries of my own obsolescence. It was a relic, a thing of precision and weight, and I turned it over in my hands, feeling the grooves worn smooth by the thumbs of men who no longer existed. I...

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