The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

Elara Vane, the name was spoken by the landlord’s agent as he stood in the doorway of the apothecary, his breath misting in the bitter November air, demanding the rent that had been overdue for three weeks. The man, a thin figure in a wool coat that smelled of wet dog and coal smoke, did not wait for an answer; he simply left a folded paper on the counter, a formal notice of eviction, and...

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