The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The steam hissed from the joints of the iron lungs. It was a wet, metallic sound. It filled the room. The air tasted of rust and copper. Elias stood before the mirror. His reflection was pale. His uniform was tight. The brass buttons strained against the fabric. He adjusted his collar. The cloth scratched his throat. He was a man made of angles. Sharp jaw. Hard eyes. He had spent twenty years...

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