The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The hound slept at the foot of the throne. Its coat was matted with dust and dried blood. It did not move. It had not moved in three days. Captain Elias Thorne stood before it. He held his sword. His hands shook. The wood of the throne creaked under the weight of the King. The King was old. His eyes were milky. He did not blink. Elias looked down. The hound was his brother. Not by blood. But by...

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