The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The mill burned at dusk. Smoke choked the sky. It was black. Thick. It smelled of tar and old wood. Elias stood on the bridge. He watched the fire eat the roof. Sparks flew like angry stars. They hissed in the river below. Elias was a tanner. His hands were stained brown. They would not wash clean. He had worked there for forty years. Every nail was driven by his hand. Every beam was cut by his...

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