The Pale Meridian
The frost has not yet come to the glass of the high window, but you can feel the cold settling into the stone of the cathedral, a deep, bone-aching chill that makes you shiver despite the heavy wool of your tunic and the fact that you are no longer in the dark, damp cell where you spent the last three months waiting for a verdict that everyone in this city already knew was death. You are...
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