The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The porcelain shard lay in Elara’s palm, cold as a river stone, its edge sharp enough to part the skin if she pressed too hard. She held it against the damp wood of the archive desk, the grain of the oak dark and swollen with the November moisture that seeped through the walls of Oakhaven. Outside, the gulls screamed over the harbor, a ragged, hungry sound that cut through the low hum of the...

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