The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The iron key in my hand was cold, not with the chill of the cellar where it had been forged, but with the heavy, suffocating weight of a secret that had outlived its keeper, turning my fingers into rigid, pale roots of a tree that had long since been cut down and left to rot in the mud. I stood before the door of the Chapel of Saint Jude, a structure that seemed to have grown out of the very...

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