The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

You are twelve years old, standing in the center of the marble floor, and the air tastes like copper and old dust. The room is vast, a cathedral of power where the shadows stretch long and thin against the walls, but you do not see the walls. You see only the man. He is sitting at the high table, his back to the window, and the light from the streetlamps outside catches the grey in his hair,...

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