The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The feast was loud. It shook the stone floor. I sat at the edge. The wood was cold. My knees touched the stone. I watched the table. The table was long. It stretched to the back wall. Sir Thomas sat at the head. He ate meat. He ate bread. He drank wine. The wine was red. It stained his lips. He did not look at me. He looked at his plate. He looked at his sword. He looked at the door. I am a...

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