The Pale Meridian
The glass wall smelled of ozone and burnt coffee. "Look at you," Julian said, not looking up from his screen. "My shadow. Still clinging to the light." Leo stood in the corridor of Sterling & Vance, his left hand trembling at his side. He watched Julian shake hands with Elara, the new hire. She had sharp eyes and a smile that cut like a paper knife. Leo’s jaw tightened. He was not angry. He was...
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