The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The basement of the Municipal Records Bureau smells of damp plaster and old dust, a scent that has seeped into the fibers of my cardigan and the pores of my skin. I am Elias, thirty-four years old, a junior archivist whose life has narrowed to the dimensions of these filing cabinets. For two years, I have worked nights to clear my name, or rather, to clear the name of the Old Quarter, proving...

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