The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The mud on the ridge was three inches deep, frozen solid at the surface but liquid and sucking at the bottom, and Elara counted the steps she had already taken, one hundred and forty-two, before her ankle gave way and she sank to her knee. The cold was a physical weight, pressing against her ribs, counting the cost of every breath she took in the thin Highland air. She was there for the letter....

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