The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The bell tolled. It was not a sound but a weight, pressing against the inside of the skull. Elias stood in the center of the cobbles, his breath shallow. The city of Oakhaven was not a place of stone and mortar anymore. It was a lattice of veins, pulsing with a slow, arterial red. The sky above was the color of bruised slate. He looked at his hands. They were trembling. Not from cold. From the...

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