The Pale Meridian
The road out of the valley was not a path but a wound, a jagged tear in the earth that ran straight up the spine of the mountain until the air grew thin and the color drained from the world, leaving only the gray stone and the white sky. Elias had walked for three days without seeing another human face, and the silence of the ascent had begun to feel less like an absence and more like a...
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