The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain hammered the slate roof of the manor like a thousand angry knuckles. I stood in the doorway, shivering, my boots squelching in the mud that had turned the gravel path into a brown slurry. It had been three days since I left London. Three days of wet roads and cold inns. I had come here to answer a summons that felt less like a request and more like a sentence. My father’s house. The...

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