The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

"You are bleeding." The voice came from the doorway. It was dry. It was flat. It cut through the humid air of the basement office. Thomas looked up. His hands were on the desk. His fingers were wrapped around a cold glass of water. He did not look at his hands. He looked at the water. It was still. It was clear. "I am not bleeding," Thomas said. His voice was a whisper. It was a thread. It...

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