The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The seal is cracked. You hold it in your palm. The gold is dull. The wax is cold. It smells of dust and old blood. You are in the vault. The air is thick. It presses against your chest. You cannot breathe. Thomas stands by the door. He is tall. His back is straight. He wears the gray uniform of the King’s Guard. His face is a mask. "Open it," he says. Your voice is a whisper. "It is broken."...

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