The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The fog did not lift; it thickened, a grey wool drawn tight around the spires of the Ironworks until the world outside the window was erased, leaving only the rhythmic, mechanical breathing of the steam hammers that pounded the metal into shape. Elias Vane stood in the center of the Foundry’s upper gallery, his hand resting on the cold iron railing, feeling the vibration travel up through his...

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