The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of the lower ward into a slick, reflective mirror that caught the grey light of the city and held it there, trapped and trembling. It was a city of stone and smoke, a place where the air tasted of coal dust and old iron, and where the shadows in the alleyways seemed to have weight, pressing against the skin of those who walked...

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