The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The water was hot, almost too hot, and I wiped my hands on the cloth until the redness faded. I looked up at the ceiling beams, dark with age and smoke, while my sister, Maren, lay on the table. She was not screaming. That was the wrong part. A woman in labor screams, or she groans, or she bites the pillow. Maren was silent. Her mouth was open, a small, dark hole, and her eyes were fixed on a...

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