The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The iron ring was cold. It had always been cold. Margaret held it in her palm, the metal biting into the flesh, a constant, icy reminder of what she was. It was a simple thing, a band of dark iron, but it weighed more than her bones. It sat on her left hand, fused to the skin by years of wear, by the friction of labor, by the sweat of fear. She was in the cellar. The air was thick, damp, and...

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