The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The iron bar had snapped clean, the sound like a bone breaking in a quiet room, and Elias Thorne stood in the center of the foundry floor, his hands still gripping the cold metal of the now-useless clamp. The air was thick with the smell of ozone and hot slag, a metallic tang that coated the back of his throat. Around him, the other workers had stopped their tasks, the rhythmic clang of hammers...

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