The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The letter lay on the mahogany table, its seal broken, the ink still wet with the weight of General Halloway’s signature. Elias Thorne read it twice, the paper feeling gritty and cheap under his fingertips, before he folded it into a square no larger than a playing card. The banquet hall behind him roared with the clatter of silver on china, a cacophony of cutlery and laughter that seemed to...

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