The Pale Mist
The brass astrolabe weighed exactly four hundred and twelve grams, a fact Elias Thorne had recorded in his ledger with the precision of a man weighing his own bones. He held it in his palm, feeling the faint, rhythmic thrum against his skin, a vibration that existed only when his fingers touched the cold metal. It was three in the morning, and the St. Jude’s Institute for the Blind was silent...
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