The Distant Temple

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The astrolabe sat on the mahogany workbench, its brass rings tarnished by decades of neglect, and Elias Thorne stared at the central pivot with the intensity of a man watching a bomb count down to zero. He was forty-two, a master horologist whose hands trembled not from age but from a specific, vibrating anticipation, and he believed that if he could just align the celestial plates correctly,...

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