The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, grey mist that clung to the stone walls of the Blackfriars Archive like the breath of a dying man. In the deepest sub-basement, where the air tasted of damp plaster and old vellum, Silas Vane sat alone before a lectern of oak so dark it seemed to drink the light from the single tallow candle burning at its edge. He was a man of fifty...

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