The Pale Meridian
The roof caves in. Dust chokes the air. You scream. Not a word. Just sound. Raw. Tearing. The tower groans. Stone shifts. Darkness swallows the light. You are alone. Or you are not. The silence is heavy. It presses against your ribs. Your heart hammers. Thump. Thump. Thump. A heartbeat in the void. You cannot breathe. The air is thick. It tastes of iron. And old blood. You cough. A dry, hacking...
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