The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The wind had teeth. It gnashed against the stone walls of the Keep, a sound like grinding bones. Thomas stood at the window. The glass was cold. He pressed his palm against it. The cold bit back. Outside, the snow fell in thick, silent sheets. It buried the world. It buried the dead. It buried the truth. Inside, the fire crackled. It was a small fire. It was a dying fire. Thomas watched the...

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