The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The iron gate shrieked. It was a sound like a dying bird. Silas knelt in the mud. Rain lashed his face. Cold. Wet. He did not care. His hands bled. The earth was dark. It smelled of rot and iron. "Up," said the voice behind him. Silas did not move. He stared at a single white flower. It grew from the cracked stone. Pale. Thin. It shook in the wind. It was the only clean thing in the yard. "Get...

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