The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The dream was not of water, but of light, a pale and terrible clarity that stripped the world to its bones. You woke in the high tower of the manor, the air thick with the scent of dried lavender and old dust, your head pounding as if a hammer had been driven into your temple. Below you, the village of Oakhaven slept under a shroud of mist, the only sound the distant, rhythmic huffing of the...

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