The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The train did not screech as it stopped, but died with a heavy, mechanical sigh that seemed to drain the air from the valley. You are standing on the platform, your uniform pressed tight against your chest, the brass buttons catching the weak, gray light of the industrial dusk. The fog is thick here, rolling in from the river, erasing the edges of the world until only the immediate, brutal...

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