The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The ice will not hold, you say, but the grain must be sold before the market closes at noon, or we eat nothing but water and hope for the rest of winter. Elara did not look up from the knot she was tying in the hem of her cloak, her fingers numb and stiff, the wool frayed at the edges where it had been mended three times already. She knew the river, knew its temper in the deep freeze of the...

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