The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The fog in Oakhaven did not roll in so much as it seeped up from the wet earth, a cold, viscous breath that tasted of iron and rot. Elara stood before the door of the elder’s manor, her hands trembling not from the chill, but from the sheer, physical weight of the barrier that lay between her and the sickroom. It was a wall of pale, shimmering light, invisible to all but her, stretching from...

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