The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The glass of the Grand Meridian did not reflect my face. It reflected a date. October 14, 1893. The digits were etched in a font that did not exist, floating in the silvered void behind the pendulum. I had worked for the Imperial Court for twelve years. My hands knew the weight of a hairspring, the specific resistance of a jeweled bearing, the cold bite of the lathe. I was thirty-two years old....

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