The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The watch had stopped at three in the afternoon, or perhaps it had simply forgotten how to tick, its small brass heart finally surrendering to the damp that had seeped into its gears during our long, silent walk through the moors. I held it in my palm, the metal cold and smooth, feeling less like a timepiece and more like a fossil of a life I no longer recognized. It was my father’s watch, the...

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