The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The air in the Great Hall of Blackwood Manor was thick with the scent of roasted venison and the heavy, cloying perfume of lilies that lined the stone walls in long, decaying vases, a scent that seemed to seep into the very marrow of my bones as I stood rigid by the tapestry depicting the Siege of Jericho, my hand resting instinctively on the hilt of the sword at my side, a gesture that had...

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