The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain fell in sheets of grey iron, turning the road into a river of mud and slate. Sergeant Elias Thorne walked the long, winding path toward the manor. His boots were heavy, caked in the wet earth of the valley. He carried his rifle like a limb that had grown back wrong. The mist clung to the branches of the old oaks, whispering secrets to the wind. He was a man of the law, bound by oaths...

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