The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, grey weeping that turned the cobblestones of Harrowgate into slick, dark mirrors, reflecting the dull, unlit windows of the houses that lined the high street. I sat in the corner of the library, a space that smelled of damp wool and old paper, watching the water streak down the glass in long, irregular lines. My hands were folded in my lap,...

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