The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The mud on the road was thick as blood, sucking at my boots with a wet, final sound. I walked until my legs burned, not because the distance was long, but because the weight in my chest had become a physical thing, a stone lodged in the throat. I was walking toward the castle, toward the King, and I was walking toward my own execution. Or so I told myself. Or so the villagers had told me, when...

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