The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

You hear the zipper. It is a long, metallic scream. It tears through the quiet of the bedroom. You are lying in the dark. The sheets are cold. You do not move. You count the seconds. One. Two. Three. The door creaks open. Light spills in. It is thin. It is pale. It cuts across the floorboards. It stops at your feet. Eleanor stands there. She holds the jacket. It is black. It is wool. It is...

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