The Pale Meridian
The letter lay on the desk, its ink dry and brittle as the autumn leaves outside the window of the Meridian Survey Office. Elias Thorne read it three times, his fingers tracing the jagged edge of the paper until the fibers began to fray under his touch. The inheritance clause was clear: the estate would pass to his daughter, Clara, only if the final topographical map of the Northern Reach was...
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