The Pale Meridian
Chapter One "Batch 402: Pale Meridian Root. Status: Pending. Deadline: Sunset." The notice hung on the corkboard, its paper yellowed and brittle as the root itself. Leila Rezaei stood before the stone mortar, her knuckles white, the pestle heavy in her hand. Twenty years of service had worn the calluses on her palms into a hard, dark leather, but today the skin felt loose, trembling against the...
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