The Pale Meridian
The Pale Meridian Block 483,515's commission arrived wrapped in oilcloth and silence, delivered by a courier who would not meet Arthur Pemberton's eyes and left the parcel on the mat as though it might bite. Arthur stood on the sidewalk outside hisChelsea flat, watching the Thames flow past Teddington Lock in the bruised light of a London November, and for a long moment he did not open it. He...
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