The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The frost came hard that night. It cracked the earth in the cellar where we slept. I was seven. My brother, Silas, was twelve. We were not supposed to be there. The house above was empty, but the house itself was not. It breathed. Or so the villagers said. We had been cast out. Father had drunk the last of the ale and thrown us into the snow. He did not look at us. He looked at the gate. He...

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