The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The banquet hall smelled of roasted pheasant and old stone. It was a heavy scent, thick enough to taste on the back of the teeth. Captain Elias Thorne sat at the head of the long oak table, his hands folded neatly over the silverware. He did not eat. He watched the steam rise from the tureen, a ghostly thread connecting the earth to the air. Beside him, his wife, Clara, placed a small crystal...

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