The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The bell tolled six. I wiped the soot from my cheek. My hands shook. Not from cold. The cold was a living thing here. It bit. It bared its teeth. It lived in the marrow of the stone walls. "Did you hear it, Thomas?" asked old Miller. His voice was thin. Like dry twigs snapping. "I heard it," I said. My voice was deeper. Rougher. I am the Sheriff. I am the law. Or so they say. I am the shadow on...

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