The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain in Oakhaven did not wash the streets clean; it merely made the mud slicker, turning the cobblestones into treacherous mirrors of the grey sky. Elias Thorne sat at his workbench, the magnifying loupe pressed against his right eye until the world narrowed to a single, trembling point of focus. He was forty years old, a man whose hands were as steady as a surgeon’s but whose vision was...

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