The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the stone walls of the manor into weeping faces. I sat in my room, the only place in the house where the silence felt heavy enough to crush me, and I watched the water drip from the eaves onto the cobblestones below. The rhythm was hypnotic, a metronome counting out the seconds of my confinement. I was thirty-two...

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