The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The morning bell of St. Jude’s rang not with bronze but with a hollow, wooden thud that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of your bones, a sound so dry and brittle it suggested the end of something long and fragile. You stood in the scriptorium, the smell of damp stone and curing ink hanging heavy in the air, your fingers stained not with the usual iron-gall black but with a deep, arterial red...

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