The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The static started in the silver buttons. Elias Thorne stood in the locker room of the sanitation depot, the fluorescent lights humming a low, sickly note that seemed to vibrate against his teeth, and he watched the second button on his chest pop off with a sound like a knuckle cracking. It rolled across the concrete floor, spinning slowly, catching the light in a way that felt accusatory. He...

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