The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain did not fall. It hung. Thomas stood at the edge of the grey water. The mist clung to his coat. He pulled the wool tighter around his neck. It was cold. Not the sharp cold of winter. A wet, breathing cold. It seeped into the bones. "You are late, brother." The voice came from the shadows. Not behind him. Above. Thomas did not look up. He knew the shape of the dark. He had seen it many...

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