The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The snow in Oakhaven did not fall; it hung, a suspended white fog that erased the horizon and the difference between the street and the sky. Elias Thorne sat in the driver’s seat of the lead SUV, the heater blasting uselessly against the cold that seeped through the metal frame. He was forty-five years old, a federal marshal with twenty years of service etched into the lines around his eyes,...

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