The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

I woke from a dream so heavy with the scent of wet iron and crushed sage that it clung to the inside of my nostrils long after the grey light of the city had begun to bleed through the cracks in my workshop curtains, and I lay there for a long while, listening to the distant, rhythmic thrum of the subway trains beneath the floorboards, feeling the vibration in my teeth like a low, persistent...

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