The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a grey curtain drawn tight against the windows of the workshop, blurring the city into a smear of wet stone and dim gaslight. You stood before the Grand Meridian, the great clock commissioned by the Duke, your fingers hovering over the escapement with a tremor that felt less like a physical symptom and more like a vibration in the bone...

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