The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The ferry queue stretched into the rain, a damp line of wool and mud, and Liv Holm stood at the head of it, his hands gripping the railing until his knuckles whitened. He was thirty-four, a border guard, and he had come to secure his final week of leave to visit his dying sister, Ingrid, in the coastal clinic. The vial of prescribed morphine sat in his coat pocket, warm against his thigh, a...

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