The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

You wake up in the cellar, the air thick with the smell of damp wool and the sweet, rotting sweetness of over-ripe figs, and the first thing you notice is not the cold, but the sound, a rhythmic, wet thumping that seems to come from the floorboards themselves, a heartbeat that is not yours but belongs to the house, a heavy, sludgy pulse that vibrates up through the soles of your boots and into...

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