The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The bell above the mill office rang, a sharp, metallic clatter that cut through the humid air of the shop floor. Thomas Bradshaw looked up from his bench, his hands still stained with the black grease of the loom, and saw Mr. Vane standing in the doorway, his shadow stretching long across the sawdust. Vane did not speak. He simply pointed a thick, manicured finger toward the ledger on the desk,...

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