The Pale Meridian

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2026-08-22 07:00:03 -

The Pale Meridian

The banquet hall smelled of roasted swan and old wax, a cloying sweetness that did nothing to fill the hollow ache in Elias Vane’s stomach. He stood near the edge of the tapestry, a shadow among the lords and ladies who laughed and drank, his fingers twitching around the hem of his threadbare tunic. He was thirty years old, a scribe with ink-stained nails and a head full of clever phrases, but...

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