The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The feast in the Hall of Tides was a cacophony of roasted pork and spilled wine, the air thick with the stench of unwashed bodies and ambition. You stood at the periphery, your uniform stiff with dust, watching the High Warden cut into a leg of mutton with a ceremonial dagger. Your hands were empty, but your mind was full of the ledger in your pocket, the one that promised your daughter Elara...

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