The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The porcelain cup sat on the edge of the washbasin, its rim chipped into a jagged crescent that caught the grey light of the October morning. Clara Vane held it with both hands, her fingers trembling not from the cold that seeped through the thin walls of her room, but from the ache in her joints that had become a permanent resident of her body. She poured the liquid from the bottle into the...

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