The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain on the windshield of the taxi was not falling so much as it was being pressed against the glass by a heavy, indifferent hand, blurring the neon lights of the city into long, weeping streaks of amber and violet. You sat in the back, your knees pulled up to your chest, clutching a small, leather-bound journal that felt less like an object and more like a wound you had carried across an...

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