The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The gauge on the boiler ticked. It was a dry, wooden sound. Like a knuckle cracking. I watched the needle tremble against the red zone. My hands were steady. My mind was not. The room smelled of sulfur and old brass. The air was thick. It pressed against my skin. I was the only one here. The shift had ended hours ago. The night watchman, Elias, had left his lantern by the door. The flame was...

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