The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain has not stopped for three days, and the mud on the ramparts of Oakhaven has turned to a slurry that sucks at your boots with every step. You are Elias, a sergeant of the crown’s guard, and you stand before the great white oak that anchors the northern wall, its bark pale as bone against the bruised sky. The tree is ancient, older than the town, older than the laws that bind you, and...

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