The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The banquet hall smelled of roasted duck and stale beer, a thick, cloying fog that clung to the velvet drapes of the city’s grandest establishment. It was a night of excess, the kind that the new industrial money craved to wash away the soot of their factories, yet I sat at the edge of the table, my hand resting on the hilt of the sword that had been my father’s before it became my own. The...

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