The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain fell in sheets, cold and relentless, drumming against the slate tiles of the garrison roof. It was a sound that had become part of the architecture of their lives, a constant, rhythmic reminder of the boundary they were sworn to hold. Inside the watchtower, the air was thick with the smell of wet wool and gun oil. "You missed your mark again," said Captain Halloway. His voice was low,...

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