The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

You wake with the taste of copper in your mouth. The light is gray. It presses against the glass. It is morning. Or it is night. The clock does not matter. The clock is a liar. You look at your hands. They are pale. They are still. You have been here for a long time. The walls are white. The white is aggressive. It demands your attention. It demands your silence. You are Margaret. You are a...

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