The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain in the valley did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended gray veil that blurred the horizon where the ironworks met the wild, untamed heather, and in the center of this suspended world, Thomas walked with a gait that was less a stride and more a continuous, rhythmic bleeding of energy from his legs, which had been worn down to the bone by the relentless, grinding friction of the dirt...

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