The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The air in the community hall of St. Jude’s parish was thick with the scent of boiled cabbage and stale tobacco, a humid fog that clung to the skin and settled into the pores, making every breath feel like a laborious negotiation with the atmosphere while the choral hum of the congregation provided a droning, mechanical backdrop to the proceedings that seemed to stretch time into an elastic,...

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