The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The steam from the boiler room curled around the rivets of the iron hull like a ghost trying to find a door, and I watched it die, watching it thin and vanish into the cold night air while the silence of the locked room pressed against my ears with a weight that felt physical, heavy and wet, like the water itself rising in my lungs. I am a man who has spent the last decade holding things...

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