The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The banquet hall of the old textile mill smelled of roasted mutton and stale tobacco, a thick, cloying aroma that clung to the wool of your uniform like a second, heavier skin, and as you stood in the corner holding a cup of lukewarm porter, you felt the weight of the iron buckle on your belt digging into your hip, a constant, dull reminder of the rigid architecture of authority that had...

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