The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The harvest supper was a riot of steam and salt. The long table in the barn groaned under the weight of iron platters, each one heaped with roasted duck, root vegetables, and heavy loaves of bread that smelled of yeast and woodsmoke. Thomas Bradshaw sat at the far end, his hands wrapped around a mug of ale that had long since gone flat. He watched the others. His neighbors. His friends, or what...

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