The Pale Meridian
The rain in Oakhaven did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones into a mirror for the city’s decay. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-two, a constable who has spent ten years polishing a badge that no one respects. Your want is simple, a quiet dignity, a promotion that would secure a pension for your mother and buy a house with a roof that does not leak....
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