The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The ivy had taken the west wall of the house by the time my father’s breath became a rattle in his chest. It was a creeping, green thing, tenacious and indifferent, scaling the brickwork with a slow, relentless hunger that mirrored the sickness settling into his lungs. I watched it from the window of my study, the glass cold against my forehead, listening to the creak of the old floorboards...

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