The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The door was locked. I stood there. My hand was on the wood. It was cold. My mother stood behind me. She held the lantern. The light shook. "Go in," she said. "I cannot." "You must." Why? "Because it is time." The room beyond was dark. A single window showed the moon. It was full. It was pale. It looked like a bone. I looked at my mother. Her face was wet. She was crying. She did not wipe her...

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