The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The mist sat heavy on the valley floor, a thick wool that smothered the sound of the river. Elias stood at the edge of the terrace, his hands gripping the stone railing until his knuckles turned white. He was old now. The years had not been kind to the cartographer of the royal estate. His knees ached with a dull, persistent throb, a reminder of the damp stone he had spent forty years mapping....

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