The Pale Meridian
The light was back, and it had not faded since the last shift. "Thorne, stand down." Major Halloway’s voice was dry, like sandpaper on a file cabinet. "The perimeter holds. You are not to cross." Elias Thorne did not move. He stood at the edge of the Blackwood Exclusion Zone, where the air tasted of rust and old blood. The line was there, a pale meridian of static that hummed against the skin...
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