The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

I was scrubbing the rust from the axle of the mule cart when the rain started, a cold, grey sheet that turned the Burren into a cave system of stone and shadow. My hands were raw, the skin split and stinging, but I kept the rag moving, back and forth, against the iron. The mule, old and thin as a rail, stamped its foot, a sound like a dry stick snapping in the wet. I needed this cart fixed by...

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