The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

Margaret sat in the center of the room. The chair was plastic. It hummed against her spine. She held the glass vial. It was warm. It glowed faintly, a soft, pale light that pulsed like a slow heartbeat. Outside, the rain lashed the window of the administrative office. The sky was the color of wet slate. "Dr. Ashworth is not here," the secretary said. Her name was Elena. She typed without...

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