The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The fire ate the tablecloth. It ate the silver. It ate the air until the room smelled of burnt sugar and charred oak. We sat. We did not move. My brother, Julian, held his wine glass like a talisman. The glass was thin. It was clear. It was empty. "Look," I said. I pointed. The tip of my finger was black. My nail was black. I did not care. The ivy was climbing the wall. Not outside. Inside. It...

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