The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The white line cut through my ribs again, a seam of freezing light that split the dark of my sleep in two. I woke with the taste of iron in my mouth and the weight of the air pressing against my sternum, a physical gravity that only lifted when I sat up and forced myself to move. It is the fourteenth of November, 1893, and I have three days left to finalize the county boundary survey before my...

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