The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The air in the rotunda of the Whitmore Estate tasted of wet plaster and old dust, a dry, choking scent that coated the back of Elias Thorne’s throat as he stood before the central pillar, his hands trembling with a rhythm that no longer answered to his will. He was fifty-four years old, a federal inspector with two decades of service, and he had come here not as a visitor but as a claimant,...

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