The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain on the hood of the truck was a hiss, a constant, static white noise that filled the cab and swallowed the silence between us. I watched the wipers beat against the glass, a metronome for a song I no longer remembered the words to. Beside me, David held his hands at ten and two, his knuckles white, his eyes fixed on the gray smear of the highway ahead. We had driven for six hours out of...

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