The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed a relentless, hollow rhythm against the slate roof of the keep, a sound that had long since ceased to be noise and had become a physical weight, pressing against the eardrums, against the temples. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood by the hearth, watching the fire eat the last of the dried birch logs. He was a man carved from the same stone as the...

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