The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The train station in Harrowgate was a place of concrete and shadow, a monolithic box that held the breath of the town. Margot stood by the departure board, her fingers tracing the cold metal of the handrail. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, a constant, low-frequency hum that seemed to vibrate in her teeth. She waited for the 6:15 to London. It was not time to go, but the air inside the...

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