The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The ledger lay open on the oak table, its pages swollen with humidity and the weight of three years’ arrears. Elias Thorne, Sergeant of the garrison, dipped his quill, the ink black and thick as tar, and watched his left hand tremble as he formed the initial T. The hall was loud, the clatter of iron on wood and the roar of men drinking ale drowning out the scratch of the pen, but Elias heard...

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