The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain did not fall so much as it was pressed against the windowpane by a wind that smelled of wet stone and dying leaves. Inside the small, drafty workshop on the corner of 4th and Elm, Elias Thorne was arguing with a ghost. "You’re tight on the left," he said, his voice raspy, echoing in the hollow space between the walls. "You’re always tight on the left. It’s a bad habit, Arthur. A fatal...

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