The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The room smelled of stale coffee and wet wool. It was a Tuesday. Or a Thursday. It didn’t matter. The clock on the wall ticked with a dry, wooden sound. *Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.* Maren sat at her desk. The desk was oak. Heavy. Cold. She looked at the screen. The screen looked at her. It was a mirror. Not a glass mirror. A digital one. It showed her face. Pale. Thin. The lines around her eyes...

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