The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The air in the Grand Hall of the Ministry of Aesthetic Compliance tasted of ozone and burnt sugar, a cloying sweetness that clung to the back of the throat and refused to be washed away. Elias Thorne stood before the High Curator, his hands trembling not from fear, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the object he held in his palms. It was a small, brass astrolabe, no larger than a pocket...

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