The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain in Blackwood did not fall so much as it hung, a perpetual, grey curtain that obscured the horizon and the distinction between the street and the sewer. It was a city of iron and coal dust, where the air tasted of sulfur and the buildings leaned against one another in a state of eternal, soot-stained embrace. In this damp, industrial twilight, Elias Thorne walked with the heavy,...

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