The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

Thorne, you are late. The conductor’s voice cut through the rhythmic clatter of the night train, a sharp, metallic sound that seemed to vibrate in the hollows of my chest, and I looked up from the ledger where my hands had been trembling so violently that the ink had begun to bleed into the fibrous paper. The carriage was a confined box of velvet and brass, smelling of stale tobacco and the...

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