The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The smell of the Ministry was always the same: a dry, metallic tang, like old pennies left in a damp drawer, mixed with the faint, acidic bite of decaying paper. Elias Thorne held the ledger between his knees, the leather binding cool against his shins, and stared at the single, persistent error on page four hundred and twelve. It was a discrepancy in the grain shipments from the northern...

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