The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The bell tower of St. Jude’s did not ring; it screamed. It was a sound that tore through the grey morning mist of Oakhaven, a jagged shriek that turned the blood of every villager cold in their veins. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood on the cobblestones of the market square, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, watching the iron bell swing wildly in the windless air. It had not been the wind....

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