The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The hall was too bright. It was a cruelty, this light, pouring from the crystal chandeliers that hung like frozen stars above the polished oak floor. You stood at the edge of the table, your fingers wrapped tightly around a glass of wine that had gone warm in your hand. The wine tasted of iron and dust. Around you, the scholars laughed. They clinked their glasses, their voices rising in a...

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