The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The plaster fell in heavy, chalky chunks, striking my shoulders with a dull, dry thud that vibrated through my bones. I stood in the center of the nave of St. Jude’s, arms outstretched, trying to catch the ceiling as if I could hold up the sky with my bare hands. My palms were raw and bleeding, the skin peeling away to reveal the pink flesh beneath, but I did not feel the pain. I only felt the...

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