The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The frost came early. It crept across the stone floor of the keep like a living thing, white and cold. Sir Julian stood by the window. He watched the trees. They were bare. They were black. The wind tore at them. He did not blink. He did not breathe. He was the Warden. He held the gate. He held the line. For twenty years, he had held it. Now his hands shook. A fine tremor ran through his...

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