The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

Elias. The name was called not by a friend, but by the clatter of a wooden stool being dragged across stone, a sound that echoed in the dim, vaulted ceiling of the Guild archive. I sat on the floor, my back against the cold wall, the torn velvet shawl wrapped tight around my shoulders. The fabric was heavy, stained with the dust of the cellar where I had slept for three nights, and it smelled...

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