The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The machine groaned, a low, wet sound like a throat clearing before a cough. Elias Thorne kept his eyes on the chase, the metal bar sliding through the bed with a shriek of friction that cut through the hum of the steam pipes. "It’s jammed again, Elias," Halloway said, not looking up from his ledger. His voice was dry, stripped of any concern for the man who had his fingers inches from the...

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