The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The cough is a wet, tearing sound that starts in the deep architecture of your chest and rips itself free into the cold corridor air. You are Mara. You are thirty-two. You are an orderly. The walls of St. Jude’s Asylum are sweating. It is not condensation. It is a black, viscous fluid that smells of iron and old pennies, oozing from the cracks in the plaster, pooling in the corners of the...

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