The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

Thomas Blackwell stood at the window of his flat in Hampstead Heath, watching rain trace irregular lines down the glass. The lines were not random. He had come to know that by now—the way they forked and rejoined, split and diverged, each one a tiny geography of its own. Eleven months. Eleven months since Catherine left, and still he had not learned how to live in a house that had forgotten her...

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