The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The bell did not ring. It cracked. A sound like a bone snapping under a boot. Thomas sat in the dark of his cell. The air was thick. It smelled of wet stone and old rot. He did not blink. His eyes were open. They were wide. The light from the high window was a thin strip. It cut the room in two. One side was shadow. The side with the light was gray. Thomas was in the shadow. He was a soldier....

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