The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The tea had gone cold. It sat in the chipped porcelain cup, a dark, stagnant pool reflecting the soot-stained ceiling of the kitchen. Elias stared into it. He did not drink. He watched the surface ripple with a tremor that came from his own hands, or perhaps from the floorboards, or perhaps from the air itself, which had grown thick and heavy, like wet wool. "You left it," said Martha. She...

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