The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain fell like a curse. It drummed against the blackened shield of the fortress, a relentless, hollow rhythm that matched the thud of my own failing heart. I was not a soldier then. I was a vessel. The wine in my stomach burned, not with heat, but with a cold, heavy poison. It was the elixir. The court physicians called it *ambrosia*. I called it death. My brother stood before the throne....

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