The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

Thorne. The summons came not from a herald, but from the heavy, rhythmic thud of the King’s personal guard against the oak doors of the antechamber, a sound that vibrated through the soles of Elias Thorne’s boots and up into the marrow of his knees. He stood in the dim, candlelit space, the air thick with the sour scent of damp wool and the metallic tang of fear, his hands wrapped tightly...

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