The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The frost had not yet taken the fields, but it had certainly taken my mind, a creeping, silent thief that stole the sharp edges of my days and left only a soft, blurred gray where the world used to be. I walked through the market square in the old city, the cobblestones slick with the residue of the previous night’s rain, watching the merchants set up their stalls with a frantic energy that...

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