The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The bell tolled the hour of the third watch, a sound that seemed to strip the paint from the wooden beams of the garrison. Elias Thorne sat by the dying embers, his hands resting on the hilt of a sword that had seen better centuries. He was no longer the man who had marched under the banner of the High King. He was a shadow wearing the shape of a man, his joints stiffened by the cold damp that...

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