The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The watch stopped at three-fourteen on a Tuesday in November, the same moment my father’s head struck the timber. It is a brass thing, dented at the crown, and it does not tick. Not usually. I have carried it for two years, through the coal dust and the damp cold of the Rhymney Valley, waiting for the day I could use it as a weapon. I am Elias Thorne, thirty-two, and I am a man who has lost...

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