The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

Silas kept the heat low. The kiln hummed, a low, constant vibration that rattled the teeth of the old brickwork. It was a sound like a dying breath. He checked the pyrometer. The needle trembled in the red zone. Too hot. If it went higher, the glaze would run. If it ran, the batch was ruined. He turned the dial. The numbers dropped. He waited. The house was too quiet. It had always been too...

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