The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

Get out. The words hung in the air of the dream, sharp and cold, before the static swallowed them. Elias Thorne woke with the taste of iron on his tongue and the sound of a low, thrumming vibration against his right thigh. He lay still in the dark of his apartment, the ceiling fan cutting through the stale air above him. The hum came from his service revolver, holstered on his hip, a frequency...

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