The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The frost came early that year, settling on the cobblestones of the Abbey square like a fine, white powder that did not melt. You were standing in the scriptorium, the air thick with the scent of oak gall ink and damp wool, when the sound reached you. It was not a scream, but a sharp, brittle crack, like a branch snapping under the weight of ice. You looked up from your desk, where the...

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