The Distant Nightmare

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The abbot’s voice cracked over the gravel like a whip, calling my name, Elias, Elias, as if I were a stray dog rather than a man of thirty years. I stood at the gate of the Abbey of St. Jude, the summer heat pressing against my back like a hot iron, and clutched the iron astrolabe in my left hand. It was heavier than it looked, a dense, cold weight that defied the sweltering air, humming with a...

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