The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain did not fall. It hung. A grey veil over London. The cobblestones slicked to a black mirror. I stood alone. My hand shook. Not from cold. Fear. The weight of the sword in my satchel was a dead thing. A lead stone. I am a man of the Law. Or I was. Now I am just a shadow with a pulse. My name is Arthur. It does not matter. Names are for living men. I am not alive. I am waiting for the...

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