The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The gears are jammed by grief, not rust, I told him, though my voice sounded thin against the tick of the movement. My apprentice, Thomas, looked at the pocket watch on the bench, then at my hands, which were trembling so badly the tweezers slipped. He did not ask if I was well. He knew better than to ask. He simply set down his own tools, a small pair of brass pliers, and watched me. The...

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