The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain hammered the slate roof of Thorne House, a sound like gravel thrown against a windowpane. I stood in the courtyard, the ledger of debts heavy in my wet hands, the ink smearing under the downpour. I needed to sell the estate. I needed the money for my mother’s care, but the front door was locked from the outside, the handle cold and dead in my grasp. The walls of the house pulsed behind...

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