The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain had stopped, but the air still held the weight of the storm. It pressed against the stone walls of the lighthouse, a silent, heavy thing. Thomas stood by the window. The glass was cold. He did not move. His hands were still. They rested on the edge of the sill. His fingers were pale. The veins beneath the skin were dark lines, mapping a course he would not take. Below, the sea churned....

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