The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The fog did not lift. It thickened. I walked. My boots sank into the silt of the marsh. The water was black. It smelled of iron and rot. I carried the glass. It was heavy. It was cold. It hummed against my hip. A low, sick drone. I was the merchant. I had traded for this. I had paid with years. I had paid with blood. Now I held it. The vessel of the Pale Meridian. The path was narrow. It wound...

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