The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The fog rolls in from the river, thick and grey as wet wool, erasing the boundary between the water and the earth until the world feels suspended, a single breath held in a lung that has forgotten how to exhale. You stand at the edge of the cliff, where the grass is trampled into a path worn smooth by generations of feet that have walked this same line of separation, and you watch the mist...

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