The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The feast of St. Jude had ended in the great hall of the Abbey, leaving behind the smell of roasted pork and stale wine, but the true celebration was not in the belly, it was in the ink. Elias Thorne, a scribe of thirty years whose hands were stained permanently with the indigo of his trade, sat in the dimly lit scriptorium, the final chapter of the *Liber Veritatis* open before him, and he...

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