The Pale Meridian
The wall did not crack so much as it sighed, a low, tectonic groan that vibrated through the soles of my shoes and up into the marrow of my knees, and in that singular, shattering instant, the boundary between the inside of the house and the outside of the world ceased to exist, dissolving into a pale, shimmering meridian that cut across the living room like a blade of light, and I realized...
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