The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The feast was loud. It was too loud. The silver cutlery clattered against the thick, white plates. You felt the noise in your teeth. It vibrated. It hummed in the hollows of your skull. You sat at the long oak table. You were the youngest scholar in the hall. The air smelled of roasted boar and stale beer. It smelled of sweat. It smelled of power. You wiped your mouth. You did not taste the...

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