The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it hung, a fine, persistent mist that settled into the wool of coats and the pores of skin, erasing the sharp edges of the world until everything looked like a watercolor left out in a damp room. It was the kind of weather that made people slow down, that forced them to listen to the creak of their own houses and the subtle, shifting groans of the...

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