The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The cellar door slammed shut with a finality that shook the dust from the rafters. Margaret stood in the dark, her hands still raised from the impact. She was breathing hard, a ragged, animal sound in the confined space. The air was thick, tasting of wet stone and old rot. She had locked herself in here to think. Or perhaps to hide. The distinction was blurring as the hours passed. Outside, the...

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