The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The stone church in Harrowgate did not smell of incense, as one might expect of a place consecrated to the divine, but of damp earth, old wool, and the metallic tang of fear. I have lived in this village my whole life, a clerk’s life, unremarkable and quiet, counting the ledgers of the local mill while the world beyond the hills burned with a violence I could only read about in letters that...

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