The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The train cuts through the gray morning. You sit by the window. The glass is cold. Your breath fogs it. You wipe the mist away with a thumb. You are holding a small jar. It is glass. It is full of a pale, viscous liquid. It smells of iron and old earth. You hold it tight. Your knuckles are white. You are a clerk. You wear a gray suit. It fits well. It is clean. You have held this jar for three...

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