The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The silver locket sat in my palm, warm as a live coal against the chill of the shop floor. It was a small thing, no larger than a shilling, but it held a heat that defied the November damp seeping through the windowpanes of my watchmaking establishment in Leeds. I turned it over, my fingers itching to wipe away the grime of the year, but the metal resisted the cloth, slick and alive. Outside,...

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