The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The ink on the ledger had dried into a crust, a flaking residue that smelled of iron and old dust, and I held the book open in the dim light of the scriptorium, feeling the weight of the centuries pressing down on my fingers. I was not a monk, nor a scribe, but an investigator of the intangible, a man who sought the truth in the spaces between the words, and the truth I sought was written here...

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