The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The fog rolls in from the harbor like a living thing, a thick, gray wool that suffocates the streets of the old quarter and erases the line between the wet cobblestones and the sky above them. You walk through it, your breath misting before your face, the dampness clinging to your wool coat with a tenacious, cold grip that feels less like weather and more like a physical pressure against your...

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