The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain had not stopped for three days. It was a cold, gray sheet that turned the mud of Oakhaven into a sucking pit for boots and broke the spirit of any man foolish enough to walk the lanes. I stood at the edge of the wood, my hand resting on the cold iron of my belt, and watched the trees sway in the wind. My name is Elias Thorne. I am the constable. I have been sick for a month, a fever...

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