The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The dream began not with light but with the weight of wet wool, a heavy, sodden blanket draped over the shoulders of Captain Elias Thorne as he stood in the center of the Hall of Whispers, a vast and cavernous chamber where the air tasted of copper and old dust, and the only sound was the rhythmic, wet thud of a heart beating somewhere deep within the stone floor beneath his boots. He was not...

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