The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

Act I Could a boy hold back the tide with his bare hands? Ketil Dahl stood in the snow, the cold biting his fingers raw, watching the flock. The sheep huddled against the fence of disputed stones, their breath pluming in the air. He was twelve, and he wanted only to keep them alive. The village whispered that his blood was tainted, that the frost came for his kind first. The wool of the rams...

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