The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The gate of the Citadel did not open. It dissolved. Commander Elias Thorne stood on the obsidian bridge, his hand resting on the hilt of a sword that was not metal, but a crystallized scream. He had spent forty years in the service of the Order of the Pale Sun, a body that did not police the streets but the mind. They were the architects of consensus, the curators of the truth. And now, at the...

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