The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The road ends where the fog begins. You stand at the edge of the moor, the gravel crunching under your boots, a sound like bones breaking in the silence. It is the season of decay. The heather is black, the sky is the color of old lead. You are looking for the house. You are looking for the answer. You are looking for the death of your brother, Thomas, who has been missing for three years. Or...

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