The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

THE PALE MERIDIAN The fog came in off the Firth of Forth like a confession—slow, inevitable, and full of things the city would rather keep buried. Eleanor Vane stood at the window of her third-floor flat on Inverness Street, watching the grey tide swallow Leith Walk whole. She had been watching it for seventeen minutes. Or maybe seventeen years. Time had a way of dissolving in Edinburgh when...

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