The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The ink in the vial had begun to bleed, a dark, viscous web spreading across the parchment before I could even dip the quill, a stain that looked less like an accident and more like a wound opening in the skin of the page. I was thirty-two years old, a scribe of modest reputation in the besieged court of King Edward, and I had come to the chancery not for glory but for the safe-conduct of my...

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