The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The wool is grey. It is a dull, flat grey. You hold it in your hands. The threads are loose. They pull away easily. You are sitting on the floor. The floor is cold stone. The room is small. It smells of damp and old wood. You are not cold. You are numb. Your brother is gone. He went out three days ago. He did not come back. The village said he was a thief. The magistrate said he was a thief....

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