The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The ink is drying on the final line of the ledger, but my hand trembles too violently to sign it. I am Thomas Vane, forty years old, and I am a man with a death sentence written not in law, but in the wet, rattling rattle of my own lungs. It is November of 1892, and the air in the guardhouse is thick with the smell of coal smoke and despair, but outside, the frontier wind is sharp and clean,...

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