The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The frost is eating the glass. It eats it in ferns of white, spreading from the corners of the windowpane toward the center, a slow, silent siege. You are standing at the center. Your breath fogs the air in front of you, a ghostly cloud that dissipates before it can touch the ice. Outside, the world is a gray smear, indistinguishable from the inside. The house is silent, but it is a heavy...

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