The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

Thorne, you’re blocking the platform, move it or I’ll move you. The voice belonged to a station attendant whose cap was pulled low over eyes that looked as tired as the iron rails, and Elias Thorne stepped aside, his boots clicking against the wet slate of the Oakhaven platform, the sound sharp and final in the damp November air of 1912. He watched the train pull away, the black smoke curling...

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