The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The cartography of our flesh is a map I have failed to read, and the territory is collapsing under the weight of my own ignorance. I stand now in the antechamber of the Abbey of Saint Cuthbert, the air thick with the scent of wet wool and ancient, calcified sorrow, while the rain hammers against the stained glass like a thousand small, desperate fists. My daughter, Elara, lies in the inner...

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