The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The river had a name, the Old Man said, but it had been buried under so much silt and silence that only the stones remembered it. I stood on the embankment, my boots sinking into the wet clay, watching the water move with a slow, heavy indifference that mirrored my own exhaustion. It was a place of decay, this stretch of the valley, where the mill had long since stopped turning and the houses...

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