The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The candle gutters. I hold the glass. It is thick. It is cold. My sister holds the key. We are in the tower. The stone is wet. The rain taps against the window. It sounds like knuckles. It sounds like warning. Eleanor stands by the door. Her face is a mask. I see my own reflection in her eyes. It is a stranger. It is a ghost. "You must go," she says. Her voice is low. It is rough. Like sand on...

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