The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The water rose at dawn. It did not creep; it surged. It came up the hillside of Oakhaven like a living thing, white-crested and roaring, swallowing the lower fields, the fences, the first row of houses. Martha stood on the porch of her cottage, the highest point in the neighborhood, and watched the world dissolve. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a trapped bird. She had known it was coming....

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