The Pale Meridian

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2026-08-18 12:43:23 -

The Pale Meridian

The rain fell soft on the grey stone. I stood at the edge of the cliff. My uniform was wet. The wool was heavy. It pressed against my skin. I was a soldier here. Or perhaps a guard. The title did not matter. The duty did. My father walked beside me. He was old. His steps were slow. He looked down at the mist. The mist swallowed the valley below. We had come to the edge of the world. This was...

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