The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain did not fall so much as it pressed against the windows of the old manor, a heavy, persistent gray curtain that blurred the world beyond the glass. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of damp wool and old paper. Thomas stood by the hearth, his hands folded behind his back, watching the embers die. They were the last witnesses to the fire that had once consumed the estate, a fire...

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