The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The light in Harwick did not fall so much as surrender — a pale, exhausted glow that seeped through the mill windows like diluted milk, staining the dust motors gold before they drifted down to settle on everything. Eleanor Vane stood at the kitchen sink, her hands submerged in water that had long since stopped feeling warm, watching the flour sift through her fingers as if counting grains...

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