The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The dream always began with the same sound. It was a low, resonant hum, like the vibration of a plucked cello string buried deep in the earth. In the dream, Elias stood in a field of white poppies that stretched to the horizon, their petals trembling in a wind that did not touch his skin. He held a single flower in his hand. It was perfect, heavy with dew, and impossibly fragile. In the dream,...

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