The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The radio crackled, a burst of static that sounded like tearing canvas. "Thorne, report status. Marker four? You’re late." I adjusted the microphone, the plastic cold against my lips. "Halloway, I’m at the ridge. The stone is… hot." A pause, long enough for the wind to whistle through the dead scrub brush. "Thermal expansion. Proceed with the survey. Do not delay the winter deadline." The line...

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