The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain on the cobblestones of the industrial quarter was not water but a fine, gray mist that seemed to coalesce in the air before it touched your skin, carrying with it the sharp, metallic tang of the ironworks where you had spent the last three years scrubbing rust from the legs of men who forgot your name existed. You stood in the narrow alley behind the tannery, your fingers white and...

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