The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The morning light in the Hall of Mirrors did not behave as light is supposed to behave; it did not strike surfaces and bounce, but rather seemed to sink into the silvered glass, pooling in the corners like heavy, stagnant water. Colonel Elias Thorne stood in the center of the octagonal room, his uniform a tangle of mud and dried blood, the heavy wool clinging to his frame with a damp, cold...

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