The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The fog did not drift through the streets of Ashworth; it settled, heavy and damp, pressing against the shop windows like a living thing trying to get in. You stood before the Great Meridian Clock, your hands trembling not from cold but from the sheer, suffocating weight of the silence that had taken over the shop three days ago. The brass face, usually warm to the touch, felt icy, and when...

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