The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The fog did not roll into Oakhaven; it seeped, a cold, damp breath that settled into the joints of the old timber houses and the gears of the watches on your workbench. You were Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, and your hands, usually steady as the escapements you repaired, trembled slightly as you held the silver locket under the magnifying lamp. It was your sister’s locket, the one she had...

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