The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain in London did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime heavier, turning the soot on the window ledges of the Ministry of Records into a slick, black paste that smelled of wet wool and old paper. Elias Thorne sat at his desk, a junior archivist with forty-two years of life and only twelve of service, staring at the ledger that detailed his ruin. The numbers were red, a color that...

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