The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain does not fall in the highlands; it hangs, a thick, grey curtain that smells of wet stone and old blood. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-two, a border warden with hands that know the weight of a rifle and the ache of a bruise, but right now your hands are empty except for the silver compass in your left pocket. It is the only thing that feels warm in this damp hell. Cael, your younger...

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