The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The coat was wool. Heavy, dark blue, with a lining of red silk that had frayed at the cuffs. Elias held it in his hands, the fabric cold against his palms. He stood at the edge of the pine forest, the wind biting through his thin shirt. Behind him, the road was empty. Ahead, the trees stood like silent judges. He was a man of few words. A clerk. A man who stamped forms and counted coins. But...

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