The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The sword sang in the air. It was a high, thin note. Elara did not flinch. She held her ground. The steel was close. Too close. Lord Vane smiled. It was a cold smile. He enjoyed the fear. He always did. The hall was dark. Candles guttered. Shadows stretched long. They pooled in the corners. They watched. Elara was the Keeper. She knew the words. She knew the shapes. She knew the cost. Vane...

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