The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

"Put the kettle on, June, and stop staring at the wall like you’re waiting for a ghost." The smell of wet wool and old dust hit June Layton as he stepped off the horse, his boots sinking into the mud of the Fens. He was forty years old, a border warden with a back that ached when the barometer dropped, and he had ridden north for three days to seize the estate of a father he had not spoken to...

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