The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The fire started in the sub-basement, in the server room where the cold air hummed against the racks of humming black towers, and by the time Marcus Vane smelled the acrid, metallic bite of burning copper, the alarms had already begun their wailing, a sound that pierced the sterile white walls of the archive like a needle through skin. He stood frozen in the corridor, his hands still holding...

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