The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The water in the glass trembled. Not from the wind, for the windows were shut tight against the autumn damp. It trembled because Arthur knew it was wrong. He stood in his kitchen, a man of forty years, a clerk of middling rank at the county assessor’s office, and he watched the liquid shiver. It was a subtle thing, a microscopic violence. To anyone else, it would have been still. To Arthur, it...

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