The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The ink on the ledger page was still wet, a dark, viscous smear that refused to dry in the damp air of the mill office, and your finger hovered over the line item where the wool count did not match the shipment manifest. You were twelve, and your hands were steady, but the room felt small, the walls pressing in with the weight of unspoken dismissal. Mr. Vane sat behind the heavy oak desk, his...

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