The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The mud on the road to Bruges had a distinct, coppery smell, the scent of old blood mixed with the wet rot of the autumn reeds. I walked for three days, my boots heavy with the silt, carrying a leather satchel that contained only a small, hand-carved mirror and a letter of commission from the Bishop of Utrecht. I was thirty years old, an inquisitor by title and a scholar by trade, and I had...

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