The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The ink was dry. That was the first thing I noticed. The document lay on the mahogany desk, a rectangle of white paper in the dim light. I held the pen. My hand did not shake. It rarely did. I was a scholar of linguistics. I studied dead tongues. I understood the weight of silence. The room was cold. The air smelled of dust and old varnish. Outside, the city hummed. A low vibration. The sound...

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