The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

I woke with the taste of copper in my mouth and the weight of a glass object pressing against my cheek. It was a heavy, clear sphere, about the size of a grapefruit, cool to the touch and perfectly smooth. I lay still in the dark of my apartment, listening to the rain tap against the windowpane, trying to remember how it had gotten there. I did not remember falling asleep. I only remembered the...

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