The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The frost of 1342 had a taste of iron and rot, a metallic tang that coated the back of Elias Thorne’s throat as he stood before the oak desk of the Duke’s steward, his knuckles white and trembling not from the cold but from the palsy that had settled into his hands like a second skeleton after a decade of swinging steel in the muddy trenches of the Low Countries. He wanted the gold, the three...

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