The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The explosion did not make a sound at first. It was a sudden, violent absence of light, a white hole in the fabric of the cellar that swallowed the smell of damp stone and old paper. Then came the roar, a physical blow that shattered the windows upstairs and turned the air into a thick, choking soup of dust. I was huddled behind the heavy oak desk, my hands clamped over my ears, feeling the...

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