The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The frost had not yet melted on the window glass. It sat there in jagged, white fractures, a map of cold veins against the dark. I stared at it. The ice looked like shattered bone. My breath fogged the pane, then vanished. The air in the room was still. Too still. It held its weight against my chest. I am Sergeant Elias Thorne. I have served this institution for twenty years. I have held the...

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