The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The blade shatters against the obsidian skull of the mountain, and the sound it makes is not a clang but a scream, a high-pitched wail that vibrates in the marrow of your bones and scatters the crows perched in the dead branches of the ancient oaks that ring the clearing. You stand there, breathless, your hand still raised in the final arc of the strike, feeling the sudden, terrifying lightness...

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