The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The pot cracked. It was a small sound. A sharp pop in the silence. Elias stared at the ceramic bowl. It was white. It was chipped. Now it was broken. He did not move. The kitchen was cold. The fire had died. Outside, the wind howled against the stone walls of the inn. It was a low, mournful sound. Like a dog with a bad leg. Elias was a man of few words. He was a man of many questions. He had...

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