The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a thick, gray curtain that smelled of wet iron and old blood. Thomas Bradshaw felt the weight of it in his marrow, a cold dampness that seeped through the leather of his guard’s tunic and settled into the joints of his knees, which ached with a dull, persistent throb that had become his companion since the siege of the Northern Gates. He was...

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