The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain did not fall; it hung. It was a thick, grey veil that suffocated the valley. Thomas Ashworth drove his sedan through the mist. The wipers beat a dull rhythm. Tap. Tap. Tap. He watched the road unspool like grey ribbon. He was a man of procedure. A man of lines drawn in ink. He wore the uniform of the State, though the fabric was old and the brass buttons tarnished. He carried a ledger....

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