The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The hand was severed at the wrist, the flesh ragged and wet, floating in a dream of static gray water. Elias Thorne woke with the phantom weight still in his grip, the muscle memory of holding something heavy and dead. He was thirty-four years old, a border patrol sergeant, and he had carried that phantom limb for twelve years, ever since his father, Thomas Thorne, died in a ditch outside...

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