The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

You leave the gate at dawn. The mist is thick, wet wool clinging to the stone. You do not look back. Behind you, the keep stands silent, its windows dark eyes that have watched a thousand such departures. You carry a satchel of leather, worn soft by years of handling. Inside, there is no gold. No jewels. Only the tallow. Three sticks of it, white and hard, packed in oilcloth. They are the only...

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