The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The ink was wet. It bled into the parchment like a wound that refused to close. Thomas stood before the High Seat, his hand trembling not from cold, but from the sheer weight of the symbol he had just etched. It was a simple glyph. A loop. A tail. A mark of binding. He looked at his friend, Elias, who sat on the stone floor, bound by chains that shimmered with a faint, iridescent dust. The...

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