The Distant Nightmare

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The brass gears of the astrolabe lay spread across the velvet cloth, nineteen in total, each one a tiny, cold eye staring back at Elias Thorne. He counted them twice, his breath held in the still air of the workshop, the smell of oil and old wood hanging heavy around him. The light from the single tallow candle was dying, casting long, wavering shadows that made the instruments look like the...

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