The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The cold does not kill you instantly, nor does it enter with the dramatic fanfare of a storm, but rather it seeps into the marrow of your bones with the patient, relentless insistence of a tide that has long forgotten the name of the shore. You are standing in the center of the stone hall, the air thick with the smell of wet wool and old iron, and the silence is so profound that you can hear...

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