The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain against the stone walls of the barracks did not fall so much as it seeped, a cold, persistent dampness that settled into the bones and refused to leave, much like the tremor that had taken hold of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s hands three years ago. At thirty-four, Elias was a man composed of rigid lines and quiet endurance, his uniform pressed sharp against a frame that had grown leaner...

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