The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The gate was locked. "Is it?" "Yes." "Open it." "It is locked." "Force it." "I cannot." "Then leave it." He did not leave it. He stood in the mud. The rain was cold. It soaked his shirt. The mud sucked at his boots. He looked at the wood. It was old. The grain was grey. The iron hinges were rusted. They were thick. They were strong. "Margaret." "I am here." "Did you lock it?" "I did." "Why?"...

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