The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The storm broke at dawn. Not with thunder, but with a silence so heavy it pressed against the ribs like a stone. Captain Elias Thorne stood in the center of the Hall of Mirrors. The glass stretched up, fractured and weeping rain on the surface outside. Inside, the air was still. He wore his uniform. It was new. The wool was thick, smelling of lanolin and the cold warehouse where it had been...

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