The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The train did not stop so much as it exhaled, a long, shuddering breath of steam and coal dust that settled over the platform of Harrowgate like a grey shroud. Elias Thorne stood with his back to the waiting crowd, his hands clasped tightly behind him, fingers interlaced until the knuckles whitened against the dark wool of his coat. He was a man who had spent forty years measuring the curvature...

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