The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The feast hall smelled of roasted venison and stale ale. Torches hissed in clay bowls, casting jagged shadows against the stone walls. Lord Aldric sat at the high table. He ate slowly. His jaw worked. Around him, the courtiers whispered. They smiled too wide. Their eyes did not smile. Elias stood by the hearth. He held a cup of water. It was still. He watched the ripples. He was a soldier. He...

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