The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The train hissed through the valley, a long exhalation of steam and iron that seemed to strip the color from the autumn leaves, leaving them the same pale, desiccated grey as the sky above Harrowgate. Elias Thorne sat in the corner of the carriage, his hands clasped tightly around a brass instrument of his own making, a device of gears and glass that hummed with a frequency only he could hear....

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