The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The frost had not yet lifted from the cobblestones of the Abbey Quarter when Elias Thorne began his ascent up the narrow, spiraling staircase that cut through the stone heart of the old hospital, a place where the air smelled perpetually of boiled linen, camphor, and the slow, sweet decay of forgotten things. He was a man who had made a profession of looking for what others had lost, a finder...

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