The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a grey curtain drawn tight against the windows of the Blackwood Institute. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of wet wool and old paper, a smell that Elias Thorne had come to associate with the slow decay of certainty. He stood in the center of the reading room, his coat still damp from the walk, holding a small, brass compass in his left...

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