The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The feast was a thing of iron and grease, held in the vaulted cellar beneath the city’s oldest cathedral. The air smelled of roasting lamb, wet wool, and the sharp, metallic tang of old blood that never quite scrubbed out of the stone. Elias stood by the hearth, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, not out of aggression, but out of a deep, rooted habit. He was the City Watchman, a man of...

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