The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The air in the cellar tasted of wet chalk and old fear. It was a taste Thomas knew well, the same flavor that coated his tongue every time he descended the stone steps to the workshop, a place that smelled less of learning and more of rot. He stood before the large, oak desk, his hands trembling slightly as he touched the surface. The wood was cold, smooth, and unyielding, a stark contrast to...

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