The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The silver brooch sat in my palm, cold and heavy as a stone, its intricate filigree catching the dim light of the constable’s lantern as I walked the rain-slicked cobbles of the lower district. It was a stolen thing, I knew this with the certainty of a man who has starved for three days, a piece of silver that could buy bread, or perhaps a doctor, or perhaps my life, which is a debt I have been...

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