The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain fell in sheets, gray and relentless, blurring the line between the sky and the mud. Elias Thorne drove the wagon through the treeline, the horses’ breath pluming in the cold air. He was not a hero. He was a man with a debt and a child. The road was a ribbon of black dirt, slick and treacherous, winding through the Appalachian hills where the pines stood like silent sentinels. Elias had...

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