The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The village of Vard sat in the dry cold that preserves everything, a steppe of stone and silence where the forge’s hammer rang out before the smoke was seen. I was twelve when the magistrate, a man who hoarded grain like a miser hoards coins, forbade the harvest of the pale meridian root, the only thing that could cure my father’s wasting cough. My sister Ingrid watched from the doorway, her...

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