The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The glass is cracked." Elias set the tweezers down. The tip was bent, a tiny hook that would not hold a ruby bearing. He looked at the movement, the intricate cage of steel and brass, and felt the cold air move against the back of his neck. It was a specific kind of cold, dry and sharp, that smelled faintly of old paper and dust. He reached for the screwdriver, his hand trembling as it crossed...

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