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The Pale Meridian

The fog off the Thames did not so much obscure London as rewrite it, letter by letter, as though the city were a manuscript being erased and written again by an indifferent hand. Eleanor Vane walked through it every morning on her way to the British Museum, her black dress heavy with the damp, her parasol useless against a moisture that had no intention of being kept out. She was thirty-two...

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