The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The bell in the tower did not ring for the hour, but for the debt. It was a low, mournful bronze sound that vibrated in the marrow of Arthur’s bones, a physical weight that settled into the hollows of his ribs as he stood before the great oak doors of the Blackwood Hall. He was a man of letters, of quiet dignity, of ink-stained fingers and a mind that had once mapped the continents of...

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