The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The dream was not a dream but a memory of a dream, a grey and fogged-over recollection that hung in the air like the smoke of a dying fire, and in it, Thomas Bradshaw stood not on the muddy slopes of Gallipoli or the trench lines of the Somme, but in a field of pale, withered wheat that stretched out to a horizon so thin it seemed ready to snap under the weight of the sky, and he was holding...

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