The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The feast was cold. Maud sat at the head of the long oak table. The candles burned low. Wax pooled in the brass sconces. It looked like fat. It looked like blood. The hall was full. Men and women. They wore fine clothes. Silk. Velvet. They ate. They drank. They did not look at Maud. Maud looked at the hall. The walls were stone. Old stone. Rough. Dark. The roof was high. Beams crossed the air....

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