The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain did not fall so much as it stood, a vertical curtain of grey water that turned the courtyard of the Ashworth estate into a mirror of the sky. I stood at the center of the mirror, my boots sinking into the wet gravel, the heavy weight of my service pistol in my right hand, the lighter weight of my despair in my chest. It was 1954, though the year felt less like a coordinate on a map and...

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