The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The morning fog in the city of Aethelgard did not lift so much as it dissolved into the cobblestones, leaving a damp, grey residue on everything it touched. Elias Vane stood on the bridge of the River Ouse, his hand resting on the pommel of his sword, the leather worn smooth by years of friction and sweat. He was not waiting for an enemy. He was waiting for the bread. Every morning, without...

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