The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The wind cuts through your coat like a serrated knife. You are Elias, forty-two, and your fingers are numb around the brass screws of the theodolite. The horizon is a white void, indistinguishable from the sky, and the cold is a physical weight pressing against your chest. You need to finish this meridian line. You need to prove to Dr. Aris that you are not the liability he believes you to be....

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