The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The kitchen light hummed, a low, persistent drone that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of Arthur’s bones, a sound that had no beginning and no end, just an eternal, thrumming present that pressed against his eardrums like deep water. He stood before the counter, his hands trembling not with cold, but with a sudden, violent rejection of the object in his grasp, the small, glass vial that...

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