The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The tin of polish was empty, but Elias kept scrubbing. He worked the cloth into the creases of his knuckles, the skin there pale and rigid, like old parchment stretched too tight over bone. The chemical burn had spread from the dye works three winters ago, a slow whitening that started at the fingertips and climbed. He did not look at the mirror. He did not need to. He knew the hand was a map...

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