The Pale Meridian

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2026-08-19 12:19:35 -

The Pale Meridian

The bread was cold. That was the first thing I noticed, the dense, chalky texture of it, how it crumbled into grey dust on the wooden table. I did not eat it. I just held the piece in my hand, feeling the stale dryness against my palm. Across the room, Julian slept. He slept with his face turned away from the light, his hair matted against his forehead. He looked so small. So fragile. I had...

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