The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain hits the shingles with a rhythmic, metallic snap. You stand at the window. You watch the water trace paths down the glass. Each drop is a tear. Each tear is a memory you cannot expel. The house is silent. It is too silent. The air conditioning hums a low, industrial note. It vibrates in your teeth. You check your watch. The second hand ticks. One second. Two seconds. Three seconds....

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