The Distant Summer

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The ink had dried into a rust-colored scab on the parchment, proof of the four hours Elias had spent hunched over the desk, his shoulder stiff with the damp cold of the library. He counted the lines, a mechanical ritual to keep his mind from drifting toward the door that had not opened in three days. The astrolabe sat on the table, its brass rim tarnished, its intricate plate of stars aligned...

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