The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The foxglove is still standing. It stands in the cracked clay of the kitchen garden, tall and purple, defying the frost that has killed the rest of the year. You look at it. You have looked at it for three days. It is the only thing in this house that has not changed. The house is cold. The stove is dead. Your breath fogs in the air, a white ghost that rises and vanishes before it can touch the...

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