The Distant Garden

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You are standing in the center of the market square, and the cobblestones beneath your boots are slick with the rain that has been falling for three days, a cold, relentless sheet that smells of wet wool and old stone, and you are holding the great brass astrolabe in your hands, the metal cold and heavy, vibrating with a low, hum that you can feel in your teeth, and the crowd around you is not...

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