The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

We were locked in the sub-basement of the federal building in Seattle, a concrete box that smelled of damp earth and the sharp, metallic tang of old sweat, and I sat across from Elias Thorne, who was shivering in his undershirt despite the thermostat being set to a sweltering eighty degrees, and I watched the condensation bead on the cold steel of the table between us while he stared at a spot...

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