The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain in the alley behind the precinct did not wash the grime away; it only made the brick slick and reflective, turning the narrow passage into a dark, wet mirror. Elias Thorne stood there, thirty-four years old and shaking, clutching a stolen ledger against his chest as if it were a shield. He needed to expose Captain Marcus, not for justice, but because the embezzlement was bleeding...

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