The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The glass tumbler, heavy and cut from the thickest crystal the company could afford, sat in my left hand, trembling with a violence that had no source in the room. I held it there, the condensation cold against my palm, while Julian spoke across the dinner table of his prospects, his voice smooth as oil over gravel. I was thirty years old, a senior actuary at the Meridian Insurance Company, and...

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