The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The house burned. Not with a roar, but with a sigh. You watched the smoke curl from the gable, thin and grey, against the white sky. It was a Tuesday. You remember that because the milkman had just left. His van idled at the end of the drive, engine ticking in the cold. You stood on the porch. You held a glass of water. Your hand did not shake. That was the first thing that was wrong. You were...

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