The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The air in the bunker smells of wet concrete and stale coffee. You sit at the edge of the cot. The mattress springs dig into your hip bones. Outside, the ground shakes. A low rumble vibrates through the floorboards, up your legs, into the hollow of your chest. It is a sound you know. It is the sound of the world ending, or perhaps beginning again. You do not look up. You keep your eyes on the...

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