The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain hit the glass with a sound like gravel being thrown by a furious child. Inside the cabin, the air smelled of wet wool and old blood. "Keep going, Tom," Sarah said. Her voice was thin, scraped raw by hours of coughing. She sat on the edge of the bed, her hands wrapped around a mug that had gone cold an hour ago. Her eyes were bright, feverish, reflecting the flickering light of the...

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