The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The iron chalice sat on the table. It was cold. It was heavy. It was his. Marcus stared at it. The metal was dark, pitted with age. It did not reflect the candlelight. It swallowed it. He had carried it across the sea. He had carried it through the mud. He had carried it through the fire. Now it sat there, in the great hall of the Duke. He felt the weight of it in his hands. Not physically....

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