The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The frost had not yet broken the ice on the mill pond, but the air was already thick with the scent of wet stone and rotting leaves, a smell that clung to the inside of your nostrils and refused to wash away even when you scrubbed your face with rough terry cloth in the basin of the washroom. You stood before the cracked mirror, watching the steam curl up and distort your own reflection, seeing...

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