The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The brass plate on the door of the magistrate’s office was not green with verdigris, but it was dim, as if a film of oil had settled over it, dulling the sharpness of the letters. Elias Thorne stood in the corridor, holding a small, leather-bound ledger in his hands. The cover was worn smooth at the corners, the gold leaf flaking away in tiny, brittle scales that caught the dim light of the...

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