The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

Mumbai ran on the hum of the night bus, a low, grinding gear change that vibrated through the soles of every shoe on the pavement. The chawls stood like broken teeth against the white sky, their concrete faces bleached by the relentless, shadowless sun. Vijay Pereira, thirty-four, sat at his desk in the counting house of the gene-tech sampling guild, the smell of old paper and rusted scales...

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