The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The screaming started in the small hours, a raw, tearing sound that seemed to come from the marrow of the building itself, and Elias Thorne was already on his feet, his body moving with a mechanical precision that belied the terror coiling in his gut. He knew the rhythm of the Blackwood Asylum, the damp, iron-scented air that clung to the skin like a second, heavier garment, and he knew that...

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