The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The train was late. I sat in the window seat, watching the gray fields slide past. My uniform felt heavy. The wool itched against my neck. I checked my watch. It was broken. The hands stopped at three. I had left home at dawn. The fog was thick outside. It swallowed the trees. It swallowed the road. I did not look back. I knew what was waiting for me. I knew what I had to do. My name is Arthur....

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