The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The damp in the cellar of the Blackwood Mine did not smell of mold, but of iron. Elias Thorne adjusted his lamp, the glass cone trembling in his grip, and stared at the wall of shale before him. It was 1912, and the air was thick with the dust of a hundred years of labor, a fine powder that coated his tongue and settled in the creases of his knuckles. He was thirty-four years old, and he had...

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