The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The air in the Great Hall of Oakhaven was thick with the smell of roasted pork, spilled ale, and the damp, rotting sweetness of the autumn harvest, a suffocating mixture that coated Elias Thorne’s tongue as he stood at the center of the long oak table, his left knee throbbing a dull, rhythmic pain that synchronized with the heavy thud of the fiddle playing in the corner. He was forty years old,...

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