The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that blurred the distinct lines between the cobblestones of the village square and the wet, breathing earth beneath, and you stood before the massive, iron-gated entrance of the Municipal Hall, your fingers cold and numb against the cold, slick metal, feeling the vibration of the storm in your bones, a low, subsonic hum that...

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