The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The banquet hall of the Monastery of Saint Jude smells of roasted boar and the sweet, cloying rot of overripe figs, a scent that clings to the back of your throat like a lie. You sit at the far end of the long oak table, your hands folded beneath the table’s edge, watching the candlelight dance on the faces of the brothers. They are laughing, a deep, resonant sound that vibrates in the stone...

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