The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The trowel scrapes against the limestone, a sound like a nail dragging across a chalkboard. You press the wet mortar into the gap, your knuckles white, the skin splitting at the joints. It is the first of December, and the light in the chapel of Ostra is thin and gray, falling in slanting shafts that make the dust look like suspended snow. You are Elias, forty-two years old, and your hands are...

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