The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The iron tasted like blood. I bit through it. My teeth cracked. White shards fell into the dark. I spat them out. They landed on the black earth. They made no sound. The city was burning. Not with fire. With light. A pale, vertical beam. It sliced the sky in two. I stood at the edge. The boundary. The Meridian. My brother held my hand. His grip was iron. He was young. So young. The smoke curled...

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