The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

I woke with the taste of iron in my mouth. The dream was gone. Only the sensation remained. Cold. Sharp. My cell was small. Stone walls. Damp. The air smelled of mildew and old sweat. I lay on the straw. It was matted. Hard. My body ached. Not from sleep. From standing. I had been standing for hours. A knock. Three raps. Hard. Precise. "Up, Thomas." The voice was low. Gruff. I sat up. My head...

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