The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The bus pulled away. Dust settled. I watched the taillights fade into the gray horizon. It was not a dramatic departure. It was a logistical necessity. The heating bill was due. The radiator clanked its empty, rhythmic death throbs in the corner. I had sold the last of the copper pipes from the attic. Now I had to sell the view. The building was a brutalist concrete block. A monument to...

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