The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The parchment is brittle, its edges worn soft by years of handling, and it smells faintly of the tallow candles that have lit this gatehouse for three decades. You hold the discharge order in your left hand, the wax seal cracked, the ink faded to a ghostly gray. In your right hand, you hold the pen, poised above the line where your signature should go. It is a simple act. You have signed patrol...

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