The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The iron shrapnel sang a high, thin note against the cobblestones. It did not scream. It merely vibrated, a dying insect trapped in a jar of glass, before falling silent in the mud. Elias Thorne did not look up. He was a clerk, a man of ledgers and ink, and his hands were currently shaking so violently that he could not grip the hilt of his sword. The blade was ornate, etched with the crest of...

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