The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The train exhaled. Steam hissed against the cold iron of the platform at Blackwater Station. It was a sound like a dying animal, sharp and wet. Sergeant Thomas Alder stood by the luggage rack. He held his cap in his left hand. His right hand gripped the strap of his duffel bag. The leather was worn thin. The stitching held, barely. He looked at the conductor. The man was young. He wore a...

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