The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The bell on the door shattered the silence of the workshop. It was a sharp, metallic crack, a sound that cut through the thick, dusty air like a blade. You looked up from the leather strap in your hands. Your fingers were stained black with ink and sweat. The shop was cold. It was always cold. The heating system was old, a relic of a time when money was easy to find and harder to spend. Now,...

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