The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain did not fall. It hung. Miles stood on the bridge. The wood groaned under his boots. It was a narrow span, old oak, knotted and black with age. Below, the river churned. It was not water. It was oil. Thick, dark, and smelling of iron. He held the ledger. It was heavy. Heavier than paper should be. The pages were thick vellum, bound in skin that looked too much like his own. He clutched...

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