The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a gray, suspended fog that smelled of wet wool and old woodsmoke. It had been raining for three days, turning the cobblestones of the lower quarter into slick mirrors that reflected the dim, amber glow of the tallow lamps hanging from the eaves. Old Silas Vane walked through this murk, his gait heavy and deliberate, each step a measured...

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