The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The hospital town of Kapan hummed with the low, electric thrum of fluorescent lights and the rhythmic clatter of the clock winder’s weekly rounds. Anahit Jovanovic sat in the waiting room, the linoleum cold through her shoes, holding a new citizenship certificate that felt like a stone in her pocket. She was a flight attendant, furloughed this month as a machine replaced the crew, and the rain...

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