The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The border was a line of white birches, standing like sentinels against the gray sky. It was the only thing that had not moved for a hundred years. Elias Thorne stood before it, his hand resting on the cold iron of his sword hilt. The village of Oakhaven lay behind him, silent and waiting. He could feel the eyes of the elders on his back, heavy as wet wool. He knew they expected him to turn. He...

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