The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The dream was always the same. It began in the heavy, suffocating dark of the cellar, where the air tasted of wet stone and old blood. I stood there, barefoot on the cold flagstones, holding a lantern that cast long, trembling shadows against the curved walls. Above me, the earth groaned. Not with wind, but with a voice. A deep, resonant hum that vibrated in my teeth. I knew, with the certainty...

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