The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The train hissed against the rails, a metallic scream that cut through the gray morning fog of 1912. Arthur Vane stood in the carriage, his knuckles white around the handle, his eyes fixed on the floor. He was forty years old, a clerk of twelve years in the Ministry of Railways, and he carried a single, impossible object in his breast pocket. It was a dead white lily, its petals brittle and...

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