The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The bells of San Marco did not chime so much as they dragged their bronze tongues across the air, a sound that Elias felt in the marrow of his knees before he heard it in his ears. He woke with the taste of copper on his lip, the phantom weight of the astrolabe still pressed against his chest, its brass rings cold and sharp against the thin linen of his shirt. It was the third time this week...

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