The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain was coming down in sheets. It hammered against the window of the interrogation room, a relentless, percussive rhythm that matched the thumping of my own heart. I looked at the clock. Three minutes. Three minutes until the sun set and the light died in the valley. I had to ask the question now. "Did you do it, Elias?" Elias looked up from his hands. He was a small man, soft in the way...

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