The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The fog rolled in from the harbor. It was thick. It smelled of brine and coal. Silas woke in a chair. The room was cold. He was not in his bed. He was in the office. The office of the old watchtower. The stone walls sweated. A single lamp burned. The flame was steady. It did not flicker. Silas touched his face. His beard was long. It felt like wire. He remembered his name. He remembered his...

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