The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain hit the window glass like gravel. It was a steady, rhythmic assault. I stood in the hallway. The air smelled of wet wool and old dust. The house was breathing. I could feel it. The walls expanded and contracted. A slow, mechanical pulse. My name is Elias Thorne. I am a private investigator. Or I was. The distinction matters. Or it doesn't. I am here to find the truth. That is the job....

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