The Pale Meridian
The seal is broken, Elias, and you will pay for it. Captain Halloway’s voice was flat, devoid of the heat that usually preceded his anger. It was a bureaucratic tone, the same one he used to read out the price of grain or the names of the dead. He stood in the doorway of the watch house, his hand resting on the pommel of his sword, not drawing it, just holding it there like a heavy paperweight....
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