The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The ledger was heavy, its spine cracked and swollen with the damp that had seeped into the attic over decades. Elias Thorne held it with both hands, the leather cover slick against his palms, and stared at the mold spots blooming across the page like rust on old iron. He was forty-two years old, and he had spent twenty of them in the Halloway Estate, moving boxes from the east wing to the west...

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