The Pale Meridian
The letter from the Guild Master, Halloway, was crisp, the ink black as a crow’s eye, and it arrived at Elias Thorne’s desk just as the morning light failed to reach the far wall of the archive. It stated, in a font that seemed to vibrate with bureaucratic certainty, that the restoration of the Pale Meridian would proceed under the new efficiency mandates, which prioritized digital...
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