The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The line on the map was pale. A thin, white scratch running through the green. It divided the valley from the ridge. It divided the us from the them. I stood by the window of the precinct, watching it fade in the mist. The rain had stopped. The air smelled of wet stone and diesel. Sergeant Miller walked in. He did not knock. He never knocked. He held a coffee cup in both hands. The steam rose...

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