The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The coat was not merely a garment. It was a map of the years Maren had spent trying to become someone else. It sat on the back of the oak chair in the center of the room, a heavy thing of charcoal wool, its collar stiff with the memory of a thousand cold mornings. Maren stood before it, her hands hovering, afraid to touch the fabric. The air in the house was still, thick with the scent of dust...

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