The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The air in the community hall smelled of roasted turkey, spilled cider, and the dusty sweetness of autumn hay, a thick, cloying perfume that seemed to coat the back of your throat as you stood by the long mahogany table. You adjusted the tie of your uniform, the fabric stiff against your neck, watching the townspeople of Oakhaven laugh and pass platters of pie, their faces flushed with wine and...

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