The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The foreman’s voice cracked like a dry branch. "Vane, get inside before the next tremor takes the roof." Elias Vane did not move. He stood on the muddy apron of the town hall, his hands buried in the pockets of his oil-stained coat, watching the glass in the windowpane shatter into a thousand glittering shards. The sound was not a crash but a high, thin scream, a frequency that seemed to bypass...

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