The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The bone in Elias Thorne’s left forearm had begun to sing. It was not a metaphor, nor a trick of the fever that had settled into his marrow like wet ash, but a physical vibration, a low, resonant hum that traveled up the ulna and rattled against the teeth of his jaw. He sat on the cold stone floor of the infirmary, the air thick with the smell of boiled sage and old blood, and he pressed his...

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