The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

I dreamed of the stamp. It was red. It was square. The ink was wet. It pressed into my thumb. The skin tore. I woke with the scent of iron and ozone. The room was cold. Gray light seeped through the blinds. I looked at my hand. There was no blood. There was no mark. Just a pale line. A meridian. I stood up. My joints popped. I was an officer. I knew this. The uniform was still on. Wool. Heavy....

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