The Pale Meridian
The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, gray curtain that turned the world outside the high windows of the estate into a blurred watercolor of slate and moss. It was the kind of weather that made the stones of the old house feel heavy, as if the building itself were sinking slowly into the damp earth, surrendering to the pull of the ground below. I sat in my study, the air thick...
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