The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a cold, grey curtain that erased the distinction between the cobblestones of Harrowgate and the muddy churn of the river below. I stood at the window of the magistrate’s office, my hand resting on the brass knob, feeling the chill seep through the wool of my sleeve. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of boiled linseed oil, stale tobacco, and...

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