The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The dampness in the cellar of High Steward Vane’s manor was not merely a weather condition but a living, fungal entity that breathed against the stone walls, permeating the air with a scent of rotting orchids and old iron that clung to Thomas Bradshaw’s tongue as he crouched among the shelves of glass and clay. Thomas was twelve years old, an apprentice to the royal apothecary, a position that...

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