The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The hand had always been the problem, not the debt, Jing Yang thought as he stared at the crimson seep on the white linen of his cuff, a stain that would not wash out no matter how many times he scrubbed it with the harsh, chemical soap of the colony mess. He was thirty-two years old, a mail clerk between stations in the drowned city of Taipei, and he had spent the last six months trying to...

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