The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The stone of Blackgate Penitentiary did not merely stand; it breathed. I felt it in the soles of my boots, a low, rhythmic thrum that matched the pulse in my temples, a vibration that had grown louder since I first saw the pale light seeping from the mortar. I was forty-two, a warden with twenty years of service, and I wanted only one thing: to keep the prison silent so I could secure my...

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