The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The blade bites. You feel the cold steel slide against the bone of your shoulder. You do not flinch. You know the anatomy. You know the angle. You know the weight of the thing that holds the blade. It is a heavy, iron-hafted tool. It smells of rust and old sweat. You are a warden. You are a keeper of the perimeter. The mist is thick. It clings to your skin like wet wool. Behind you, the walls...

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