The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The bell rang. It was a sharp, metallic shriek. It cut the air. It cut the silence. Elias stood by the window. The glass was cold. His breath fogged it. He wiped it away. The fog returned. He was a scholar. He studied the old things. The dead things. The things that should have stayed dead. But they were not dead. Not really. They were waiting. The room was small. The walls were thick. Stone....

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