The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

Act I "You’re bleeding on the floor again." It was the first thing my brother, Rui, said when he walked into the cellar. He was holding a pay stub, the one with the garnishment line circled in red ink. The paper was damp. He looked at my hands, then at the dark stain spreading across the concrete. The tree in the corner of the room, the old meridian oak we kept for luck, had bled. Not sap. Ink....

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