The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

Who is to blame when the map is wrong? I Ewa Wojcik stood in the center of the banquet hall, her uniform crisp against the winter chill that seeped through the double-paned glass. The air smelled of stale wine and floor wax. On the table, a rare alpine orchid lay in pieces, its petals crushed under the heel of Major Kowalski. He was drunk, his face ruddy, his eyes fixed on her with a malice...

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