The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The wiper blade of the Ford F-150 scraped a thin, white arc across the windshield, clearing a view of nothing but gray. Elias Thorne kept his hands at ten and two, the leather of the steering wheel worn smooth by twenty years of the same grip. The dashboard clock read 0400, though the sun had not yet crested the ridge to the east. He checked the rearview mirror. The cabin was dark, save for the...

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