The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain in Leeds had a specific weight to it, a cold, industrial heaviness that seemed to press the cobblestones into the earth, erasing the distinction between the street and the sky. You stand at the window of the fourth floor, your breath fogging the glass, watching the fog roll in from the River Aire, thick and white as wool. It is 1904, and the city is a beast of iron and steam, breathing...

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