The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The line is thin. It is white. It runs across the floor. It does not bend. I step over it. My shoes squeak on the marble. The air smells of dust and old paper. This is the Archive. The basement of the Ministry. We keep the records here. The bad records. The ones that don’t fit the shape of the law. My father is waiting. He sits in the corner. His back is to the wall. He is small. He looks like...

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