The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The bread was stale. It sat on the table like a pale stone, hard as the iron bars of the cell. I broke a piece. It crumbled into grey dust. I ate it. It tasted of ash and old time. I am a man who has forgotten the taste of fresh loaves. I remember only the rations. The dry biscuits. The soup that was mostly water. I stood in the courtyard of the Blackwood Manor. The air was cold. It bit at my...

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