The Pale Meridian
The ale is warm and sour in your throat, tasting of iron and old wood, and you are Silas Vane, forty-two, a border warden who has spent the last two decades staring at the fog until it stared back, and you want nothing more than to secure your pension by proving that the Pale Meridian is merely a structural flaw in the old stone, a task made urgent by the arrival of your wife, Elara, who has...
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