The Pale Meridian
Chapter One Did the ink bleed because she was afraid, or did the fear come from the bleeding? Sari Halim held the ledger page flat against the reclamation yard’s rusted table, her thumb pressing the damp parchment as if the pressure could stop the dark wetness from spreading. The cold snap had burst the pipes in the care home three streets away, and the water had seeped under the door here,...
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