The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The dream had no sky. Only the white of the bone. Elara woke with her hand clamped over her mouth. The taste of chalk dust coated her teeth. She was in the cellar. The air was thick, wet with the rot of old apples and the metallic tang of fear. Above her, the floorboards groaned. Thomas stood there. His face was a mask of calm, but his eyes were wide, black pits of hunger. "Again," he said. His...

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