The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

Mara stood on the gravel shoulder, watching the van disappear into the tree line. She did not wave. She had left her coat in the back seat, a blue wool thing that smelled of cedar and old rain. It was a small loss, but it felt like a severing. "You left the coat," said Elias. He was leaning against the rusted guardrail, his hands deep in the pockets of his denim jacket. The wind off the lake...

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