The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The ledger was open, and the ink was wet. "Arthur," the chairman said, his voice dry as the dust motes dancing in the shaft of afternoon light that cut across the mahogany desk. "You are aware that the board is reviewing your tenure." Arthur Vane did not look up from the columns of figures. He was forty-two, a man of precise angles and quiet habits, a senior actuary who had spent nineteen years...

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