The Pale Meridian
The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, gray sheet that turned the cobblestones of the narrow street into a slick, mirror-like expanse reflecting the dim gaslights and the heavy, leaden sky, and I stood in the doorway of the shop, watching the water run in thick, muddy rivulets down the front of my coat, a coat that had once been the finest thing I owned, tailored in the height...
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