The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The watch was cold. It sat in my left palm, a heavy, silver disc that felt less like metal and more like a piece of frozen bone. I rubbed my thumb across the face. The glass was unmarked. The hands were still. It was a standard issue field watch, issued to every officer in the precinct, but this one had a scratch on the rim. A thin, pale line, like a crack in ice. I had worn it for twelve...

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