The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The bell tolls eleven times, a sound so heavy and wet it feels like it is being dragged through the mud of the valley floor. You stand at the edge of the treeline, your boots sinking into the damp earth, holding the iron key that has grown warm against your palm. Beside you, Elias breathes in short, ragged gasps, his eyes wide with a terror that has no object. He is looking at the fog, that...

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