The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The bell in the steeple of St. Jude’s did not ring; it tolled. It was a sound that seemed to carve the morning air, a sharp, metallic fracture in the stillness of the village. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the churchyard, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his wool coat, feeling the cold seep through the fabric. He was a man of few words and fewer ambitions, a clerk in the municipal...

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