The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The frost on the windowpane was thick, a lattice of ice that turned the grey morning light into something fractured and pale. You stood before it, your breath hanging in the air like a ghost that refused to dissipate, your fingers wrapped around the ceramic mug that had once belonged to your brother, Elias. He had died three winters ago, taken by a fever that swept through the valley like a...

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