The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the thatch of the old chapel, a relentless, hollow rhythm that seemed to hollow out the stones themselves. Elias sat in the corner of the nave, his back against the cold altar, his hands wrapped around a mug of watered-down ale. He was a man of the parish office, a clerk of minor importance, accustomed to the dust of ledgers and the...

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