The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The air in the counting house of Halloway & Sons hung thick with the scent of stale tobacco and the sharp, metallic tang of ink. It was a space built for precision, where the clatter of abacuses and the rustle of ledgers formed a rhythmic, industrial heartbeat that never quite stopped. At the center of this mechanical respiration sat Arthur Penhaligon, a man whose body had become less a vessel...

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