The Pale Meridian
The rain did not fall so much as it was pressed down from the sky by a weight that had nothing to do with gravity and everything to do with the sheer, suffocating density of the moment, a cold, metallic sheet that erased the distinction between the wet asphalt of the loading dock and the bruised purple of the twilight, turning the entire precinct into a blurred, swimming eye that watched but...
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