The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The chisel slips. It is a small thing, a millimeter of granite skidding off the intended line, but to you it feels like a fracture in the world. You catch the tool, your breath hitching in your throat, as the High Steward, Lord Vane, watches from the shadows of the colonnade. His eyes are cold, calculating, and he does not offer a word of comfort. He only looks at your hands, those trembling,...

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