The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The stone cracked. It was not a loud sound. It was a wet, tearing noise, like a boot pulled from deep mud. Elias stood in the center of the vaulted hall, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts. The air smelled of damp limestone and old blood. He was the Warden. He had worn the iron mask for twenty years. It was part of him now. It fit the shape of his skull like a second skin. Below him, in...

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