The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain hits the cobblestones with a rhythm that feels too regular, too mechanical, for a Tuesday morning in 1890. You are standing under the awning of the Magistrate’s office. Your coat is soaked. The wool has turned black with the damp. You hold a small glass vial in your left hand. Inside, a single leaf from the ancient oak tree that stands in the center of the square. It is yellow. It is...

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