The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The bell in the tower of the Meridian Bureau tolled the hour, a dull, bronze thud that vibrated through the soles of Elias’s boots and settled in his teeth. "Elias," Thomas Bradshaw said, not looking up from his own ledger. "They are auditing the western wing. Your desk is first." The room was a vault of grey stone and damp wool, the air thick with the smell of ink, rotting parchment, and the...

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