The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The train cut through the mist like a blade through wet wool, carrying Elias Thorne toward the industrial sprawl of Oakhaven, a town that smelled perpetually of sulfur and wet iron, where the air hung heavy with the particulate dust of a thousand chimneys belching their grey breath into a sky that had forgotten the color of blue. Elias sat in the corner of the second-class carriage, his hands...

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