The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The iron bit of the nail bit into Elias Thorne’s thumb, a sharp, bright pain that kept his mind tethered to the damp, rotting wood of the barracks wall while he listened to the sound that had no name. It was a low, grinding hum, like the vibration of a heavy cart wheel stuck in mud, emanating from the jagged obsidian shard clutched in his other hand, a stone he had pulled from the trench line...

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