The Pale Meridian
The ledger weighed four pounds, six ounces, a weight I had carried in my hands for thirty-one years before I finally admitted it was heavier than my own spine. I sat at my desk in the St. Jude’s Municipal Repository, counting the hours since Director Halloway had called my father’s name a "irrelevant trivia" in front of the entire staff, a dismissal that felt less like a comment and more like a...
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