The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The sack of flour sat heavy in your hands, the burlap rough against the skin of your palms, and the weight of it was the only thing that felt real in the grey, shifting air of the bakery. You were Elias Thorne, forty-two, and for twenty years you had fed the town of Oakhaven, but today you were not a baker; you were a man trying to buy a place in the hearts of the people who had stopped looking...

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