The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The hall smelled of stale beer and damp wool, a thick, cloying perfume that clung to the skin long after the guests had gone, leaving only the ghost of a feast in the echoing rafters. You stood in the center of the floor, the wood creaking under the weight of your heavy boots, while the laughter of the men around you seemed to come from a great distance, muffled by the ringing in your ears. It...

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