The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The bread did not rise. It sat in the clay bowl, heavy and cold, like a stone pulled from the riverbed. Thomas pressed his thumb into the dough. It resisted. It did not spring back. It held the shape of his finger, a dark bruise in the pale mass. He stared at it. The cellar was dark. The air smelled of damp earth and yeast that had turned to rot. Thomas was twelve. He knew the weight of a loaf....

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