The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain on the stone roof was not a sound but a pressure, a constant, wet weight that seemed to press the world down into the earth. I sat by the window of the high tower, my hands wrapped around a cup of cold tea that I had forgotten to drink an hour ago, watching the grey mist coil around the lower courtyard like a living thing. Below, the iron gates of the Citadel of St. Jude groaned in the...

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