The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

Act I Could a man truly be dead if his words still bled? Hauwa Darko stared at the parchment, the ink spreading in wet, dark veins across the vellum, refusing to dry. It was the third night in the guild’s cramped upper room, the air heavy with iron gall and damp wool, and the rain hammered against the single pane of glass like a fist demanding entry. She needed to finish the manuscript; it was...

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