The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The hammer fell. It hit the bone. It cracked. It was a small sound. A dry snap, like a twig under a boot. But it echoed in the throat. It echoed in the lungs. The woman did not scream. She held her breath. The hammer came down again. Marta looked at the floor. The dust swirled in the beam of light. It was a thick, yellow light. It cut through the fog. The fog was cold. It bit her skin. It bit...

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