The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The ink was freezing. Elias Thorne watched the black liquid thicken in the glass vial, turning into a sludge that refused to flow, while Abbot Cael stood over his shoulder, arms crossed, his breath pluming in the frigid air of the scriptorium. It was the third week of December, and the snow had not stopped falling for nine days, sealing the mountain pass and the monastery of St. Jude’s in a...

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