The Pale Meridian
The ink bled into the grain of the bond paper, a dark, wet bruise forming beneath my thumb as I tried to smooth the edge of the Halloway estate ledger. It was a small stain, no larger than a lentil, but it was there, persistent and unmistakable, marking the exact spot where I had hesitated to confirm the date of the mayor’s final transfer of municipal funds. I lifted my hand, and the darkness...
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