The Pale Meridian
"Look at it, Margot. Look at the bones of the house." Elias stood in the center of the living room. He did not look at her. He looked at the floor. He held a flashlight. The beam cut through the dust. "Show me," he said. Margot Holloway did not move. She stood by the window. The rain tapped against the glass. It was a cold, steady rhythm. She watched the water slide down. It made long, thin...
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