The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

Act I Ruth Roudebush’s hands were already stained with grease when she stepped off the train at Oakhaven, the leather ledger clutched against her chest like a shield. The town smelled of wet slate and coal dust, a heavy, industrial tang that coated the back of her throat. She was thirty-four, though the years spent watching her husband’s business crumble had carved deep lines into her face that...

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