The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

"You are late." The voice comes from the front office. It is flat. It is thin. It sounds like a wire stretched over a void. You do not turn around. You keep your eyes on the counter. Your hands are behind your back. Your knuckles are white. The wood of the counter is cold. It bites into your palms. You feel the grain against your skin. You know this wood. You have sanded it. You have oiled it....

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