The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The soup was thin, a translucent amber that caught the flickering gaslight and turned it into a sickly, bruised gold, and Margot stirred it with a spoon that had been polished so often by her own trembling hands that the metal had lost its sheen, becoming a dull, matte thing that absorbed the light rather than reflecting it, while the steam rose in wisps that smelled of boiled cabbage and old...

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