The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain hit the tin roof like static. It was a low, humming sound. It filled the small kitchen of the house on Miller’s Lane. Thomas sat at the table. He did not move. He stared at the wall. The paint was peeling. It curled up in brown flakes. They looked like dead skin. He had been a detective for thirty years. He had seen every kind of rot. He had seen the rot in the streets. He had seen it...

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