The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The sound was not a tick. It was a shudder, a microscopic tremor in the brass that traveled up the drive shaft and into the soles of your boots, a vibration that tasted of copper and old rain. You pressed your ear against the cold iron of the Grand Meridian’s main housing, the air in the tower thick with the scent of machine oil and damp stone. For twenty years, you had listened to this clock,...

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