The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

"Raise it." The voice was wet. It came from the dark. Thomas Ashworth did not raise it. He stood in the mud. The rain was a cold needle. It pierced his skin. He held the staff. It was oak. It was heavy. It was the bone of the city. "Raise it, Thomas." He looked at his hand. His knuckles were white. The wood bit into his palm. He felt the grain. He felt the life inside the tree. He did not raise...

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