The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The iron seal of the High Constable was not merely a tool of office but a living thing, a cold, heavy heart of silver and black stone that you carried against your ribs, feeling its pulse synchronize with your own, a slow and terrible drumbeat that echoed through the hollow chambers of the Old World. You stood alone in the antechamber of the Obsidian Court, a place where the light did not fall...

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