The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The wool coat hung on the hook by the door of the small, windowless office, its deep indigo fabric fading at the elbows to a dull, bruised purple. It was not a new coat, nor was it particularly well-made, but to Elias Thorne, it was the only thing in the building that did not feel like it was watching him. He had worn it for seven years, through the rain of early autumn and the dry, cracking...

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