The Golden Visit
The brass astrolabe sat on the kitchen table, its intricate gears frozen in a state of perpetual, silent decay, and you watched it with a tremor that had become as familiar to you as your own breathing. You were Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, a sanitation officer for the City of Oakhaven, and your hands shook with the early onset of palsy, a condition the doctors called idiopathic but which...
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