The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The key was brass. It was heavy in the pocket of his grey suit. It had been there since Tuesday, or perhaps it was still Monday. The days had blurred into a single, grey smear of waiting. Elias sat on the bench outside the library. The wood was cold. It bit through his trousers. He did not move. He stared at the door. The door was glass. Behind the glass, the shelves stood like silent...

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