The Pale Meridian
Act I "You cannot seal the box," Riaz said, his voice flat as the canal water. Noor Beg looked at the clerk, a man who had served him for twenty years, and saw only the grey light of the morning pressing against the window of the warehouse at one hundred and twenty-six of Stonecutter Alley. The silk inside the crate was turning to ash, a fine, grey powder that defied the logic of rot. It was...
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