The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The ice broke. Not with a crash, but with a long, grinding sigh that shook the marrow of my bones. I stood on the drifting slab, my boots slipping on the slick white crust. The cold was a living thing, a predator with teeth. It bit into my cheeks, my nose, the thin skin of my eyelids. I held the lantern. It was the only warm thing I owned. The glass was clouded with frost, the flame inside a...

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