The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The ink had not yet dried on the final clause of the deposition when the silence in the hearing room became a physical weight, pressing against my eardrums with the suffocating intimacy of deep water. Mr. Sterling, the presiding officer, did not look up from his ledger. He tapped his quill against the mahogany desk, a rhythmic, wooden percussion that seemed to count the seconds I had left,...

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