The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The note from the landlord was on the kitchen table, yellowed at the corners, the ink smudged where my father’s hand had trembled. It said the rent was due. It said we had until Friday. It said if we did not pay, the house would be ours no longer. I picked it up. The paper felt brittle, like a dried leaf. I put it down. My father had been dead for three months. The blue wool coat was all that...

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