The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The map was cold to the touch, a dampness that seemed to seep through the skin of her fingers rather than onto the paper, a sensation that had no place in a room where the heating had been broken for three weeks. Mara held the 1943 boundary survey between her hands, the edges soft and frayed from decades of handling, and watched the ink bleed slightly where the rain from the leaking roof had...

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