The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain fell like a curse on the cobblestones of Blackwood. Elias Thorne pulled his coat tighter. He walked fast. The mud sucked at his boots. He was a man of books. He was a man of dust. Now he was a man of wet wool and cold iron. He carried a box. It was heavy. Inside lay the Meridian. A glass sphere. It had belonged to his father. Before that, it had belonged to his grandfather. The line of...

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