The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

Chapter One The fog sat heavy on the canal, turning the gas lamps of the port into blurred, weeping eyes. It was the kind of weather that made the trams run late and the rent collectors nervous. I sat in the scriptorium of my ancestral estate, the air thick with the damp smell of old paper and decay. My hands trembled as I held the quill, the ink pooling in the hollow of the palm. I was...

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