The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The ink is wet, and it is bleeding into the grain of the parchment like a bruise. You are Elias Thorne, a sergeant in the border garrison, and your hands are shaking. It is not fear. It is the hollow, grinding ache of poverty that has settled into your joints over the last three winters. You are thirty-two years old, and you have twenty-four hours to secure the last of your monthly stipend. You...

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