The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The bell did not ring; it screamed, a jagged iron shriek that tore through the velvet silence of the Hall of Echoes and lodged itself in the marrow of young Arthur’s bones. He stood frozen on the black marble floor, his small hands trembling at his sides, while above him, on the dais of polished obsidian, the Magistrate sat with his face obscured by a mask of white porcelain, smooth and...

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