The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

You are tired, Thomas. Let me pour you a drink. Halloway did not move from his chair. His hands rested on the armrests, pale and thin as dried twigs. I shook my head. My hands were shaking. I could feel the vibration in my wrists, a low-frequency hum that matched the ticking of the clock on the wall. I am forty-two. I have served the City Ethics Office for nineteen years. I know the weight of a...

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