The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

"Stop looking at the river, Silas. Look at me." Elias turned. His eyes were red, swollen from the cold and the coal smoke that hung in the air like a grey shroud. He stood by the open window of the cramped office. The wind howled outside, a low, mournful sound. It was November in 1913. The city of Leeds was buried under a layer of soot and sleet. The mills roared in the distance, a constant,...

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