The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain in Oakhaven did not fall; it hovered, a gray curtain that kept the world from touching the stone. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the square, his boots slick with mud and the residue of the town’s ancient, damp silence. He was forty-two, a junior inquisitor with twenty years of service etched into the premature gray of his temples, and he wanted only one thing: the title of High...

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