The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The champagne flutes clinked against one another with a sound like breaking glass, a sharp, brittle percussion that cut through the low hum of the chandelier’s electric hum. "You’re staring at the wall, Elias. It’s rude." I didn’t look up. The wall was the east wing, visible through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Ministry’s grand banquet hall, a stretch of cracked limestone and ivy that...

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