The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

It was not the silence that frightened me, but the way the silence listened. I stood in the center of the great hall of Blackwood Manor, the air thick with the scent of dried lavender and old dust, and I felt the weight of the house pressing down upon my shoulders like a physical thing, a leaden shroud drawn tight around my ribs. My wife, Eleanor, had died three weeks prior, and in the time...

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