The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The shawl lay across my lap, its velvet nap matted and dark, retaining a coldness that had nothing to do with the October air seeping through the single window of my cramped room in Whitechapel. I had been a clerk at the Royal Mint for twelve years, a duration of service that was supposed to guarantee me the Senior Auditor position, a post that would finally lift the specter of destitution from...

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