The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain did not fall. It hung. It was a thick, grey curtain that blurred the world into smears of slate and iron. Inside the window, the air tasted of wet wool and old paper. Elias stood still. He held a cup of coffee. It was cold. The liquid had a skin on top. He did not drink. The clock on the wall ticked. It was a loud sound. It filled the small office. The office was in the basement of the...

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