The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The fog in the capital did not lift so much as it thickened, a grey wool drawn tightly around the spires of the palace until the sky was merely a suggestion of light behind the haze. Elias Thorne sat at his workbench in the high workshop, the smell of brass filings and dried blood hanging heavy in the air. He was forty-two, though the cough that had taken his lungs seemed to have stolen another...

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