The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The iron cuff was warm against Elias Thorne’s wrist, a heat that seemed to radiate from the metal itself rather than the blood trapped beneath it, and this warmth was the only thing in the vast, gray expanse of the moor that felt real as the rain began to fall, not in drops but in a fine, persistent mist that turned the air into a damp veil over the world. He did not look at his captor, a man...

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