The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain on the roof of the old Whitmore house sounds like a slow, persistent applause. It is a dry, hollow sound, the kind that makes the air feel thinner, as if the house itself is holding its breath. You sit in the chair by the window, your hands resting on your knees, still wearing the uniform that has begun to feel less like protection and more like a skin you can no longer shed. The...

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