The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain had stopped, leaving the yard slick and black, a mirror for the gray sky. Thomas Bradshaw stood at the edge of the driveway, his hand resting on the cold iron of the gate. He was fifty-two, though the years had carved him deeper, etching lines of exhaustion into the skin around his eyes. He watched the empty road. No car. No sound. Just the drip of water from the eaves, a rhythmic,...

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