The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

I. My hand stopped moving over the ledger, the nib hovering a millimeter above the paper, suspended in the cold air of the office. It was the first mild evening of the year, the kind where the heat in the lanes of old Delhi breaks and the dampness from the tundra-like fields beyond the city walls rushes in to meet it, making the walls sweat. I am Nirmala Nair, and for the last thirty-one of...

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