The Distant Joke
The ice did not break; it simply ceased to exist, leaving you standing on a platform of absolute nothingness that hummed with the frequency of your own heartbeat. You were the Keeper of the Meridian, a title that sounded grand in the archives of the old world but felt like a curse in the marrow of your bones. Here, in this suspended realm where the sky was a bruised purple and the wind tasted...
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