The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The tower stood. It had always stood. A needle of grey stone piercing the smog-choked sky of Lumen. It did not breathe. It did not blink. It watched. Elara climbed. Her fingers found the cracks. The stone was cold. It bit into her skin. She pulled. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps. Up. One hand. Two. The air was thin here. It tasted of iron and old rain. She was ten. She was small. She was...

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