The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The station clock in Harrowgate had stopped at half past three, a silent accusation hanging over the platform like a noose, and I stood there with my trunk, watching the steam from the 4:15 express curl into the grey November air, knowing that once I boarded, the old world would dissolve into mist and memory. I had been the Town Clerk for twelve years, a role that had calcified in my bones,...

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