The Pale Meridian
Chapter One Roxana Naderi, senior customs inspector of the Northern Reach, boarded the train at dawn with a cough that tasted of rust and a compass in her coat that had not pointed north in twenty years. The year was 1912, and the industrial smog had settled so deep in the lungs of the city that the sky above the harbor was the color of old tea, a grey-brown murk that made the cypress swamps...
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