The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

Elias Thorne held the mortar in his left hand, the stone cold and heavy as a river rock pulled from the harbor. It was a basalt bowl, pitted by sixty years of use, and across its center ran a faint, chalky line that seemed to shift when he looked away. He set it down on the counter, the thud dull and final. The shop smelled of dried lavender and old paper, a scent that had once comforted him...

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