The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The fire took the roof before the sun rose. I remember the smell first. Not smoke, but something sharper. Like burnt sugar. Like the inside of an oven that has been left too long. I was in the cellar. I had been in the cellar for three days. I was waiting for the debt collector. I was waiting for the end. My name is Elias Thorne. I am a sinner. I am a prisoner of my own making. The floor was...

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