The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The parchment lay flat on the oak desk, a sheet of calfskin so white it seemed to hold its own cold breath, and you were staring at the single line of ink that had begun to crack before your eyes. It was the winter solstice, three days hence, and the *Book of Hours* was unfinished. You pressed your thumb against the wet line, feeling the stiffness of your own skin, the way the frost had worked...

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