The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The seal broke. Not with a sound. No crack. No snap. It simply ceased to hold. The red wax, cold and brittle, slotted open like a mouth screaming in silence. Mara held the letter. The paper was yellowed. The ink was faded. It smelled of dust and old rain. She stood in the city square. The year was 1400. Or maybe it was 1900. Time was thin here. The city was gray. Stone and slate. Rain slicked...

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