The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The dream was a field of white orchids. They bloomed in a mist that tasted of iron and old blood. I walked among them, my boots sinking into the soft, rotting earth. The petals were perfect, unblemished, and they shattered at my touch. Not with a sound, but with a silence so heavy it crushed my ribs. This was the warning. This was the truth I had tried to bury under three years of service and a...

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