The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The dream began with the sound of water dripping into a porcelain basin. It was a rhythmic, hollow tick that echoed in the dark, marking time in a way that felt both urgent and ancient. I was standing in my own kitchen, but the walls were made of pale, translucent stone, and the air smelled of damp earth and old copper. On the counter sat a single orchid, its petals white as bone, its stem...

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