The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

"Did you see the way the light hit the stonework this morning? It looked like it was sweating." Margaret Holloway wiped her spectacles with the corner of her scarf, her fingers trembling slightly against the glass. She stood in the nave of St. Jude’s, a church that had been slowly decaying for forty years, its roof leaking in a pattern that the parishioners had long since learned to map. The...

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