The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain fell on the border. It did not fall; it stood. A vertical curtain of grey water, thick as wool, separating the town from the field. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the mud. His boots sank. The earth swallowed them slowly, a soft, sucking sound that echoed in his hollow chest. He was a man made of angles and old scars. His uniform was wet. The fabric clung to his ribs, cold...

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