The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The bell in the steeple of St. Jude’s did not ring to mark the hour but to scream a warning that the tide was coming in, a low, bronze-throated groan that vibrated through the cobblestones and into the marrow of the bones of the few who remained in the narrow, shadowed streets of Blackwood, a town that clung to the cliffs of the northern coast like a barnacle refusing to release its hold on the...

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