The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

"Stop humming, Elena." I looked up from the journal, the pen still damp with ink, and found Julian staring at me from the edge of the bed, his eyes wide and wet with a fever that had no name. The air in the apartment was thick, heavy with the smell of boiled onions and the metallic tang of old blood, and beneath it all, that low, droning frequency vibrated in the fillings of my teeth, a sound...

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