The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The hands of Elias Thorne were not merely tools of his trade, but the primary organ of his soul, a landscape of knuckles swollen like river stones and skin stretched tight over the tendons, mapping the history of every hinge, latch, and lock he had ever coaxed into submission. In the town of Oakhaven, where the air smelled perpetually of wet slate and diesel fumes, Elias was the only man who...

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