The Pale Meridian

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2026-08-18 07:52:17 -

The Pale Meridian

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey veil that erased the horizon and turned the moors into a single, breathing entity of mud and mist. I stood at the window of the manor house, my hand resting on the cold iron of the bars I had installed myself, watching the water streak down the glass in erratic, jagged lines. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of lilies...

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