The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The seal of the abbey was broken before the sun had cleared the western ridge, the wax cracking with a sound like a bone snapping in the dark, and you stood in the corridor with the smell of sulfur and damp stone clinging to your throat, the air so thick with the scent of decay and old blood that it felt as if you were breathing in the exhalations of the dead themselves. You are a man of the...

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