The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain has not stopped for three days, a relentless gray curtain that blurs the horizon into a watercolor smear of mud and iron. You are walking, or perhaps trudging, through the highland moor where the stone is soft and the air tastes of wet wool and old blood. You are a man of the law, a keeper of the perimeter, and yet you feel less like a guardian and more like a prisoner of your own...

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