The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

Elias Thorne’s fingers, stained with the grey dust of old paper, closed the lid of the cedar box with a finality that felt like a small bone breaking. The study smelled of lemon oil and the damp, metallic scent of the November rain pressing against the windowpane, a smell that had soaked into the wool of his cardigan over the twenty years he had worked in this room. He was fifty-two, retired...

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