The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The train slowed. It groaned like a sick animal. We were deep in the Appalachians. Or maybe the Rockies. I didn't know. The map was a blur. I sat by the window. The glass was cold. My breath fogged it. I wiped it away with my sleeve. The sleeve was stained. Brown. Old blood. Or tea. It didn't matter. Elias sat opposite me. He didn't look at me. He looked at his hands. They were large....

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