The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The clock on the wall of Harrowgate Station did not tick. It hung there, a silent, white eye staring down at the platform, marking time only when the pendulum swung, and Elias Thorne watched that swing with the intensity of a man watching a blade fall. He was forty-two, though he looked older, his face a map of lines carved by wind and worry, his hands rough and stained with the graphite dust...

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