The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The ink was dry before the seal broke. Elias stood in the center of the scriptorium. The air tasted of parchment and old dust. He held the ledger. It was a thin book. The leather was cracked. The pages were brittle. He had waited for this moment for ten years. The room was silent. The candle flame did not flicker. It stood still. It burned with a pale, cold light. Elias looked at the door. The...

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