The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

"You call it a pest," the Inspector said. His voice was low, a dry rattle like stones in a tin. "I call it a ghost." The Inspector did not look at me. He looked at the floor. The floor was black marble, polished until it reflected the gaslights above. The lights hissed. They were new. We were in the Hall of Records now. The air smelled of dust and old paper and the sharp, chemical tang of the...

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