The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

Havor Ithel, the name was written in the margin of the soil quota ledger, a black ink stain that looked less like a signature and more like a bruise. I remember the cold of the archive room, the air so still it felt solid against my skin, and the way the dust motes hung suspended in the shaft of gaslight like frozen insects. It was there, in that silence, that I first heard the hum. It was not...

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