The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain hits the window of the basement office with a rhythmic, liquid percussion that sounds less like weather and more like a countdown. You are sitting in the chair that smells of stale coffee and damp wool, your fingers resting on the cold surface of the desk, feeling the vibration of the storm through the wood. You know exactly what is happening, even if you cannot yet articulate it. You...

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