The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The notice lay on the bench, its edges curling in the damp air of the workshop. It was a simple slip of paper, typed in the stiff, bureaucratic script of the factory office, detailing the discrepancy in the Grand Meridian’s output. You read it twice, the ink bleeding slightly where the paper had touched the cold iron. Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, master horologist, stared at the words...

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