The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

"Abbot, I am resigning." I said it before the heat could settle into the stone, before the dust from the gold fields could clog the throat of my lungs. I was Isandro Castañeda, thirty-two, and I stood before the man who owned my hands, desperate to keep the commission for the new Gospel book while surrendering the soul that had written it. The Abbot smiled. It was a terrifying, serene...

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