The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray sheet that turned the moors into a soup of peat and silence. I sat in the drafty parlor of the manor house, my back to the window, watching the dust motes dance in the single shaft of light that managed to pierce the gloom. The house was empty, save for the sound of the rain lashing against the stone and the low, rhythmic hum of the...

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