The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The air in the archive room smelled of damp wool and the slow decay of paper. Elias Thorne stood before the long oak table, his hands resting on the spine of a ledger that had not been opened in forty years. Outside, the rain lashed against the single pane of glass in the window of the municipal records office, a rhythmic, ceaseless drumming that seemed to synchronize with the beating of his...

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