The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain did not fall so much as it was thrown, a horizontal lash of grey water that turned the street into a churning river. I stood in the doorway of the shop, my hand resting on the frame, feeling the wood sweat against my palm. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of boiled cabbage and stale tobacco, a smell that had soaked into the wallpaper and the bones of the building itself. "Close...

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