The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

Jiro Kato was thirty-four years old and owed a berth mortgage on the generation ship Aoi, a debt that tasted of iodine and old rust. He woke from the recurring dream of the pale meridian, that cold line splitting his chest, and sat up in the dark. The kerosene was gone, the night long and absolute, and in the silence he could hear the last milking, by hand, a rhythmic clink of glass against...

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