The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The parchment lay on the oak table, its edges curled from the damp that had seeped through the workshop window for three days running. I held the quill, but the ink did not flow; my hand trembled with a fine, rhythmic spasm that had begun in the winter of my thirty-second year, a betrayal of the nerves that had once moved with the precision of a surgeon’s steel. I wanted the commission. I...

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