The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain in the valley did not fall so much as it drifted, a fine, gray mist that clung to the wool of coats and the damp hair of children, erasing the horizon until the world was nothing but a suspended breath of slate and wet stone. Thomas stood by the window of the farmhouse, his fingers tracing the condensation on the glass, watching the fog swallow the road where his father had just driven...

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