The Pale Meridian
The dream began not with a sound but with a sensation of weight, a dense and suffocating gravity that pressed against the center of my chest as I stood in the middle of the Grand Atrium of the Meridian Tower, a structure of glass and steel that pierced the gray London sky like a needle pinning a moth to the earth. I was wearing my uniform, the wool heavy and damp against my skin, and in my...
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