The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The hands of the watch were moving backward, and Thomas Vane held his breath until his ribs ached, his fingers wrapped tight around the brass case to stop the motion, though the mechanism ticked on with a soft, mocking persistence. It was a small thing, a domestic anomaly that lived in the shadows of the kitchen table where the dust motes danced in the single beam of afternoon sun, but to...

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