The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The letter lay on the oak desk, its edges curling in the damp air of the cell, the ink still wet and black as a bruise. You read it three times, the words blurring as your eyes ached, the paper heavy with the weight of a secret that had been sitting in your stomach for twenty years. It was a summons, signed in the shaky, looping hand of Brother Thomas, the Abbot, who had not left his sickbed in...

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