The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The soup is red. It is not meat. It is iron and rust, thick as blood, served in bowls that are chipped at the rim. You sit at the long table. The wood is dark, polished by decades of elbows and spilled wine. Across from you is Elias. He wears a suit that fits too well. His smile is a thin line. He does not look at the soup. He looks at you. "Eat," he says. His voice is soft. It carries no...

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