The Pale Meridian
"The seal is broken." Thomas stood before the iron door. His hands trembled. The stone was cold. He pressed his palm against the metal. It did not yield. "Step away," a voice said. Low. Hard. Thomas turned. Sir Arthur stood in the corridor. He wore black. His face was a mask. "I will not step away," Thomas said. His voice was quiet. "You know why." "I know what the law says." Arthur’s eyes were...
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