The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain against the window of the fourth-floor apartment did not fall so much as it was pressed against the glass, a relentless, gray static that blurred the city into a watercolor of indeterminate shapes. Elias Thorne sat in the corner of the room, his posture rigid, his hands clasped over the top of a leather-bound ledger that lay open on his lap. The pages were empty, save for a single,...

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