The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The glass is in your hand. It is cold. The crystal is thin. You feel the weight of it. The weight of your own life. You are standing in the hall. The hall is high. The ceilings are painted with angels. The angels look down. They do not care. The floor is marble. It is polished to a mirror. You see your reflection. You see the glass. You see the blood. It is not your blood. It is his. It drips...

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