The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The cellar was not a room but a throat, a deep, damp gullet of stone that swallowed the light of the torches whole and spat back only the echo of the men’s breathing. There were thirty of them, or perhaps forty, though the count had blurred into a meaningless throng of mud-caked boots and the metallic taste of fear. In the center, bound to a chair that had been dragged from a parlor long since...

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