The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

You wake to the cold. It is not the cold of winter, not yet, but the damp, bone-deep chill of the cellar. The air tastes of wet stone and old blood. You are in the pit. The guards are above, their boots thudding a dull, rhythmic beat against the earth. You do not move. You do not breathe. You are a soldier. You have been a soldier for twenty years. You have held lines. You have taken orders....

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