The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The glass bell sat in the center of the table, not because it was precious, though it was cut from a single piece of quartz that seemed to hold the winter light within its facets, but because it was the only thing in the room that did not move, and Elias Thorne needed a fixed point to anchor his drifting mind as he stared into the abyss of the old mill. The air here was thick with the scent of...

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