The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

I woke with the taste of iron and wet moss on my tongue, the air thick with a humidity that felt less like weather and more like a living membrane pressing against my skin. I was standing in a field that should not have existed, a vast expanse of pale, silver grass that whispered against my shins like the sighs of the dying. The sky above was a bruised purple, devoid of stars, heavy with a...

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