The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain fell like a curse upon the cobblestones of Aethelgard. It was cold. It was thick. It smelled of wet stone and old blood. Seraphina stood alone in the courtyard. Her armor was rusted. Her hands shook. She held a sword. The blade was dull. It was a mirror. It showed her face. It showed her fear. It showed the years she had spent waiting. The city slept. The towers loomed. The shadows...

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