The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The letter lay on the desk, the ink still wet and smelling of iron. It was a notice of termination, signed by Dr. Aris Thorne, dated three days in the future. You looked at the date, then at the window, where the ivy on the west wall pressed its dark leaves against the glass. You had been an archivist at St. Jude’s Asylum for twelve years. You wanted your pension. You wanted to prove the ledger...

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