The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The mud is thick. It coats your boots, heavy and cold, a paste that resists every step. You are in the cellar. The air tastes of damp stone and old fear. Above you, the ceiling shudders. Dust falls in slow, gray flakes. A mortar shell has hit the house. Again. You stand up. Your knees crack. You are not a soldier. You are a woman in a kitchen that has become a bunker. Your name is Eleanor. You...

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