The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The wind cut through my jacket like a wire, slicing the air into thin, screaming ribbons. I was forty-two, a border patrol agent, and my lungs were failing me, rattle and wet with every step I took up the final leg of the ridge. The concrete want in my mind was simple: secure the Pale Meridian, the disputed line of snow and rock, before the storm broke and the agency reassign me to a desk. I...

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