The Pale Meridian
Chapter One Do you remember the weight of silence? I ask because the hum in my teeth is heavier than the slate roof. I am Nia Hopkin, thirty-two, and I work in the archive below the mist line. My job is to balance the ledger before the winter solstice. If I fail, I lose my position, and with it, the only cover I have for my debts. The walls here are old, damp with a low, persistent vibration...
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