The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The dream was not of Clara, but of the ledger, its columns of ink bleeding into the snow like arterial blood, a viscous dark that refused to dry, and I woke in the outpost with the taste of iron and stale coal on my tongue, the silence of the wilderness pressing against the windowpanes with a physical, almost auditory weight that seemed to vibrate in the hollows of my bones. It is the...

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