The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed a steady, monotonous rhythm against the high, arched windows of the vault, a sound that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of Elias Thorne’s bones. He stood by the iron railing, his hands clasped behind his back, watching the grey water trickle down the stone face of the fortress. The air inside was thick, stale, and smelled of wet wool, old...

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