The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The ink on the ledger was still wet when Arthur Penhaligon looked at his own reflection in the glass of the shop window. It was a cold Tuesday in November, the kind where the air in the town of Oakhaven feels less like atmosphere and more like a heavy, grey wool blanket draped over the shoulders. Arthur did not blink. He had been staring at the face in the glass for three minutes, watching the...

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