The Distant Nightmare

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The obsidian astrolabe sat upon the velvet-draped table, a cold, heavy disc of volcanic glass that seemed to drink the light from the gas lamps and refuse to return it, its intricate engravings of constellations not of our sky but of some distant, forgotten epoch, and I held it in my hands with a trembling reverence that was indistinguishable from fear, for I was Dr. Elias Thorne, a man who had...

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