The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The tweezers hovered, trembling a fraction of a millimeter above the balance wheel, holding the pin of the escape lever in a grip that required more precision than Elias Thorne’s hands had possessed in three years. The central clock of Harrowgate Square did not tick; it hummed, a low, subsonic vibration that rattled the teeth of the pigeons roosting in the eaves and settled into the marrow of...

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