The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The line was always pale, a thin white seam that ran vertically through the center of your chest, dividing your ribs like a fault line in dry earth. You woke with your heart hammering against the mattress, the gray light of the Pittsburgh morning already filtering through the grimy windowpane of your room above the bakery. It was October, 1912, and the air in the city tasted of coal dust and...

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