The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The banquet hall of the Whitmore Institute smelled of roasted pheasant and stale tobacco, a thick, cloying atmosphere that seemed to press against my temples with the weight of a physical substance, while the crystal chandeliers above cast a fractured, glittering light across the faces of the faculty members who sat in rigid rows, their smiles tight and performative, their eyes darting with the...

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