The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The ink was still wet on the celestial chart when Lei Gao felt the cold air of the banquet hall bite into his neck, the twelve-year-old scribe’s hands trembling not from fear but from the sheer, crushing weight of the gold leaf dusting the tablecloth, a texture that seemed to swallow the light of the hundred candles burning in their brass sconces. He was twelve, small and sharp-eyed, standing...

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