The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, gray sheet that turned the cobblestones of the Old Quarter into slick, black mirrors reflecting the jagged silhouettes of the spires, and I stood at the edge of the bridge where the city breathed its cold, damp breath onto my neck, watching the water rush below with a momentum that felt less like liquid and more like time itself, a...

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