The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The ceramic bird was already broken when he woke, or perhaps it had always been broken, the shards scattered across the floorboards like a constellation of white teeth. Elias sat up in the cot, the sweat cooling on his forehead, the air in the transport van thick with the smell of diesel and old wool. Beside him, Marcus was already lacing his boots, his movements precise and economical, the...

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