The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The fog in the Whispering Vales did not roll in; it stood, a thick, gray wall that smelled of wet wool and old blood. Elias Thorne, thirty-two and disgraced, walked with his head bowed, the silver clasp of his late sister, Clara, biting into the skin of his throat. It was cold, colder than the air, a metallic weight that seemed to pull him downward into the mud. He had fled the city, where the...

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