The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The iron is cold against your palm. It has been cold for three days, since the frost took hold in the valley. You are holding it. You have always been holding it. The bar is not a sword, nor a mace, nor a key. It is a piece of the mill’s foundation, torn loose by the flood last winter. It is ugly. It is heavy. It is yours. The village of Oakhaven sits in a bowl of slate and pine. The air tastes...

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