The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The drill bit snapped against the quartz with a sound like a gunshot in a library, sending a shower of white sparks across the dark, damp earth of the Blackwood Mine trench. I stood there, forty years old and bleeding from a jagged cut on my palm that refused to clot, the metal core of the Pale Meridian humming beneath my fingers with a low, resonant frequency that I could feel in my teeth. I...

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