The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The wind did not howl; it screamed with a frequency that vibrated in the teeth, a sharp, metallic shriek that seemed to strip the paint from the roof of the ambulance as it plowed through the frozen tundra. Inside the cab, the air was thick with the smell of stale coffee, wet wool, and the distinct, cloying scent of ozone that clung to Mara’s skin like a second layer of clothing. She sat in the...

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