The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain had not stopped for three days, a steady, gray curtain that blurred the boundary between the street and the cobblestones outside the window. Inside the study of the Old Hall, the air was thick with the scent of damp wool and old paper, a smell that seemed to settle into the pores of the skin. I sat in the high-backed chair, the one my father had occupied for forty years, and listened...

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