The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain against the windowpane of the interrogation room was not water, but a static hiss, a white noise that seemed to eat the sound of your own breathing. You sat in the heavy oak chair, the leather worn smooth by decades of men who had sat exactly where you were, telling the truth or lying with a precision that would have made a surgeon envious. Across from you, the table was bare except...

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