The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The map was wet. I kept the glass case open, the humidity of the Scottish Highlands seeping into the parchment, blurring the ink. It was a simple cartography of a dead man’s estate. A border. A line. I traced it with my finger, a dry, dead line in a wet world. My brother, Elias, stood by the fire. He did not look at the map. He looked at the rain. "You are sure," he said. "I am certain." "And...

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