The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

Thorne. The word hung in the damp air of the scriptorium, sharp and cold, before Elias Thorne could fully open his eyes. He was not in his cell. He was standing in the kitchen of the house where they had grown up, the one that had burned down three winters ago, yet the smell of wet wool and woodsmoke was so thick it coated the back of his throat. Mara stood by the hearth, her back to him,...

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