The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The air in the isolation bay was dry, a sharp, chemical cold that bit the corners of Edna Yancey’s mouth. She stood by the gurney, her hand resting on the cold steel rail, watching the faint, pale line trace a slow arc across her husband’s neck. The hospital administrator, a man named Harlan, stood in the doorway with his arms crossed, his face a mask of bureaucratic impatience. He had refused...

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