The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain did not fall so much as it settled, a heavy, gray silt that coated the windows of the Blackwood estate in a fine, gritty film. It was a Tuesday in late November, the kind of day where the light seemed to die before noon, leaving the long corridors of the Victorian manor in a perpetual, bruised twilight. Silas Thorne stood in the center of the library, his boots squelching softly on the...

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