The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain fell in a cold, unbroken sheet that turned the courtyard of the Abbey of St. Jude into a mirror of mud and broken stone, and Elias Thorne stood beneath the eaves of the scriptorium, his fingers black with ink, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he tried to transcribe the final, frantic geometry of the sacred oak’s rings before the sun could rise and the Inquisitor’s shadow...

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