The Distant Temple
The bronze astrolabe sat in the center of your desk, its surface cold and humming with a vibration you could feel in your teeth. It was a relic of the Third Dynasty, supposedly inert, but since you had begun your restoration work three weeks ago, it had started to whisper your name. The sound was faint, like wind through a keyhole, but it was persistent, and it knew you. You kept your hand...
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