The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The ink in the cellar smells of iron and old rain. You are Elara, and you are thirty-two years old, a scribe who has spent a decade binding the souls of the dead into parchment. You want to save Kael. He is coughing blood into a handkerchief on the kitchen table, his face grey as the fog that rolls in from the harbor every morning. The Withering has taken him, a slow rot that eats the color...

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