The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The frost came on a Tuesday, which is how I know the date with such precision, for the scribe’s hand must be steady to record the truth, and the truth of that morning was that the air was warm while the wheat died. My father, the village physician, stood at the gate with his coat buttoned to the chin, holding the iron astrolabe in his left hand as if it were a holy relic rather than a...

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