The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain had not ceased for three days, a persistent, gray veil that turned the world outside our window into a blurred watercolor of mud and lichen. I stood by the glass, my hand resting against the cold pane, feeling the tremor of the storm shake the very foundations of the old manor. It was a vibration that traveled up through the stone floor, through the soles of my boots, and settled deep...

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