The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The pen in your hand is the one you use for signatures, the black gel that dries before it smudges, and you are pressing it into the complaint form for the alley behind the Old Quarter bakery. The smell hits you before the sight does: wet dog, stale grease, and something metallic, like blood on a penny. You are Elias Thorne, sanitation inspector, forty-two years old, and you have until Friday...

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