The Pale Meridian
The dream does not begin with light, nor does it end with darkness, but with the sensation of holding something that should not exist, a weight so absolute and cold it presses against the marrow of your bones, a thing that pulses with a rhythm that is not quite a heartbeat but something older, something that ticks like the seconds on a clock that has been left running in an empty room for a...
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