The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

I dreamed of the birds. They were blue. They filled the hall. They did not sing. They broke. I woke in the cold. The glass was cracked. I looked at my hands. They were clean. I am a man of the law. I served the Crown. I served the system. The system is a machine. It eats. It chews. It spits. I was the teeth. I thought this was good. I was wrong. The year was 1912. The air smelled of coal. And...

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