The Pale Meridian
The bell tolled twice. Then silence. It was a dry sound. It hung in the air. Elias stood by the window. The glass was cold. It bit his fingertips. He did not move. He did not blink. Outside, the snow fell. It fell in sheets. It covered the world in white. It erased the streets. It erased the cars. It erased the neighbors. It erased the past. Inside, the room was dark. The only light came from...
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