The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The frost bit hard that morning. I felt it in my teeth. The stone floor was cold. It seeped through my thin boots. I looked at the door. It was black wood. It was tall. It did not move. I was young. I was small. My name was Thomas. I stood in the hall. The hall was long. It was empty. The air smelled of dust. It smelled of old wax. I waited. My father stood by the wall. He did not speak. He...

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