The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The fog rolls in from the harbor, thick and gray, smelling of brine and sulfur. It clings to the wet cobblestones of the precinct square, erasing the sharp lines of the city’s industrial face. You stand at the window of your office, the third floor of the Grand Bureau, watching the steam rise from the grates below. Your uniform is pressed, the brass buttons polished to a mirror shine, but your...

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