The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The ash in the hearth was not grey, but a chalky white, and it smelled of sulfur and old paper. I stared at the pile, my hands trembling so violently that the iron poker clattered against the stone floor, a sound that seemed to echo through the scriptorium like a death knell. It was the afternoon of the Feast of St. Jude, 1347, and the light through the high windows was failing, casting long,...

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