The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The frost had not yet fully melted on the cobblestones of the village square, but the air carried a dry, metallic taste that signaled the approach of the spring equinox. I stood before the iron gate of the old observatory, my fingers trembling not from cold, but from the weight of the hour. In my pocket, the brass astrolabe hummed against my thigh, a low, resonant thrum that I felt in my teeth....

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