The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The soup was cold. I watched the oil separate from the broth. It formed a thin, iridescent film on the surface. Yellow. Pale. It did not mix. It never mixed. I held the bowl with both hands. My knuckles were white. The steam had long since vanished. "You are cold," Silas said. He stood by the window. The glass was fogged with condensation. Outside, the wind moved the bare branches of the elms....

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