The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The air in the Great Hall of the Duke of Kael’s palace was thick with the scent of roasted pheasant and the acrid bite of tallow candles, a gilded cage where thirty-two-year-old Elias Vane sat at the lower end of the long oak table, his fingers tracing the grain of the wood with a restless, light-hearted ambition that had long since outgrown his station. He was a clerk, a man of paper and ink,...

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