The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The fog did not roll in so much as it rose, a thick, sulfurous mist that smelled of coal smoke and wet wool, swallowing the cobblestones of the dockyard until the world was reduced to a gray, humming silence. Silas Thorne stood at the edge of the pier, his boots sinking into the sludge, his uniform heavy with the dampness of a night that had no end. He was a man who had spent thirty years...

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