The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain has been falling for three days, a grey curtain that blurs the boundary between the moor and the house. You sit in the kitchen, the wood staving of the chair worn smooth by your weight, watching the water drip from the eaves into the gutters. It is a steady, relentless sound, like the ticking of a clock that has no hands. Your name is Elias, though here, in this damp and ancient stone,...

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