The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The old man sat in the high-backed chair of the parlor, his hands resting on the arms as if they were the only things anchoring him to the earth, and he watched the dust motes dance in the single beam of afternoon light that pierced the heavy velvet curtains, a light that seemed to have no source other than the sheer persistence of the sun outside, which had been beating against the glass for...

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