The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The cold in Oakhaven does not bite; it seeps. It finds the hairline fractures in the mortar, the gaps beneath the door, and the hollow spaces behind the ribs of the men who guard the walls. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two, and I have spent the last twelve years listening to the stones whisper. They are not ghosts, as the common folk believe, but the accumulated weight of lies told within these...

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