The Pale Meridian
The data is too clean, Marcus said, not looking up from his phone, and Elias felt the heat spike in his left palm, a sudden, sharp burn that had nothing to do with the coffee in his mug. He kept his hand flat on the desk, the wood smooth and cool under his fingertips, but beneath the skin, the scar tissue from the childhood accident was glowing, a faint, pale pulse that only he could see....
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