The Pale Meridian

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2026-08-19 15:15:25 -

The Pale Meridian

The clock tower stood like a broken tooth in the grey mouth of the city. It had lost its face years ago. Only the ribs remained, skeletal iron bars holding up a sky that was always the color of wet slate. Margaret sat on the floor of the archives, her back against the cold brick, her hands wrapped around a mug of tea that had gone cold an hour ago. The steam had long since died. The silence was...

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