The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

You wake with bread in your mouth. It is stale. Dry. Tastes of dust and iron. You chew. You swallow. The sensation is wrong. Too solid. Too present. You are in a field. Or a road. It is hard to tell. The ground is white. Not snow. Salt. A vast, flat expanse of crystallized salt under a sky that has forgotten how to be blue. It is a pale, milky void. The sun is a pale coin. It does not warm. It...

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