The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The ledger had forty-two pages. I counted them three times before the light failed in the station corridor. Each page was heavy, the paper thick with the promise of accusation. I had stolen it, the Chief said. A simple theft, he claimed, a slip of the hand in the dark. But my hands were steady. My name was on the docket, and my name was a stain on the white cloth of the department. I wanted it...

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