The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The chisel slipped. A shard of limestone flew across the dark, striking the rough-hewn wall with a sharp, dry crack. I held my breath, the metal trembling in my grip, waiting for the sound of the vault giving way. It did not. I was forty-two years old, and my hands shook with a palsy that had become a constant companion since my father’s death three winters past. I had hidden it for so long...

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