The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that blurred the distinction between the street and the sky outside the precinct walls. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of wet wool, stale tobacco, and the metallic tang of fear. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood before the mirror in his dressing room, his hands trembling slightly as he fastened the top button of his uniform...

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