The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The hall smelled of damp wool, roasted pork, and the sharp, metallic tang of fear that had been simmering in the air of Millhaven for three days. We sat at the long table, the wood polished by decades of elbows and beer, and the fire in the hearth crackled with a violence that seemed to mirror the beating of my own heart. I held the stamp in my left hand, the brass worn smooth and pale by the...

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