The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey curtain that blotted out the sun and turned the cobblestones of the old quarter into slick mirrors reflecting the soot-stained facades of the merchants' guild. Thomas Bradshaw stood at the window of his counting house, the glass cold against his forehead, watching the droplets race one another down the pane in a frantic,...

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