The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The brass teeth of the Great Meridian Clock are grinding against the marrow of your wrist, a sensation so visceral it feels less like metal and more like the slow, wet tear of a living thing. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, a man who has spent the last three years in the opulent, dust-choked silence of the palace workshop, and you are dying. The face of the clock, a vast expanse of polished...

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