The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The smell of antiseptic and stale coffee hung in the air of the disciplinary review room, a thick, cloying scent that seemed to coat the back of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s throat as he sat across from Major Julian Vane, the two of them separated by a scarred oak table that had witnessed the dismantling of men’s careers for decades. Thorne held the small, silver case in his lap, the metallic...

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