The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The jar sat on the table. It was a mason jar, wide-mouthed, filled with a thick, amber liquid that caught the low light of the kitchen. It did not sparkle. It did not glow with any supernatural fire. It simply existed, heavy and still, a block of concentrated time. Elias sat across from it. His hands were folded in his lap, fingers interlaced, knuckles white. He was a man who had come from a...

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