The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The dampness in the cellar did not smell of rot, as one might expect in a place so deep beneath the earth, but of salt and ancient, cold iron, a scent that coated the back of Elias Vane’s throat and settled into the pores of his skin like a second layer of sweat. He stood before the unfinished arch, his mallet resting in a hand that was more scar than flesh, the white dust of the limestone...

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