The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The ink on the blotter is still wet, a dark, viscous smear that mirrors the bruise forming beneath your left rib, and you realize with a sudden, chilling clarity that the hand hovering over your desk is not your own, that the trembling fingers belong to a man who has spent thirty years smoothing the jagged edges of the world into a flat, acceptable plane, and now he is being asked to file away...

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