The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The bowl of broth sat in Elias’s hands, the ceramic cold to the touch despite the steam rising from it, a thin, white ribbon that curled and vanished against the damp stone wall of the chapel. He stared at the surface, watching the ripples settle, his knuckles white around the handle, the weight of it a small, solid anchor in a world that was rapidly dissolving into grey mist. The air in the...

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