The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, grey curtain that turned the industrial district of Millbrook into a smear of wet slate and rusted iron. Arthur Penhaligon stood before the window of his office on the fourth floor of the Municipal Sanitation and Waste Management Bureau, watching the water bead and race down the glass. He was a man of sixty-two, though he looked older, his...

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