The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The silver spoon in your hand is cold, colder than the air in the constabulary office, and it feels less like metal and more like a piece of ice that has forgotten how to melt. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, a constable with twelve years of service on your record and a pension that is six months away if you can just close this file. The file is thin, pathetic, really. It concerns...

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