The Pale Meridian
The debt was due at dawn, and the fog was rising off the Meridian like a shroud pulled tight against the skin. I am Elias Thorne, border constable, thirty-two years old, and my left hand trembles with a phantom weight that has no business existing in a body that should be whole. I want only to clear the ledger, to catch the ghost-runner who has stolen the Crown’s seal, and to pay the blood-debt...
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