The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The morning light entered the Great Hall of the Palace of Whispers not as a beam but as a slow, viscous tide, a pale and cold liquid that pooled in the hollows of the ancient stone floor and crept with deliberate, predatory slowness toward the ironbound cage where Thomas Bradshaw sat, his knees drawn up to his chest, his hands resting on his shins with a stillness that was less a pose than a...

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