The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

Act I Does the city still need a soul if the ledger has closed? Lois Barlow stood in the high, cold air of the telegraph exchange, the grey light of October pressing against the frosted glass like a physical weight against her chest. She was thirty-four, her hands rough and red from the ice-cutting work that kept her warm while the company store’s ledger remained shut, and in her left hand she...

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