The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The chandelier in the Hall of Records did not shine; it leaked light, a slow, viscous drip of illumination that pooled on the parquet floor like spilled cream. It was a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday, time had become a fluid thing in the Department of Archival Integrity, a place where the past was not dead but merely waiting to be filed. Elias Thorne sat at his desk, a rectangular island of...

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