The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The mud is thick here. It clings to your boots like wet wool, heavy and cold, pulling at your heels with a silent, persistent hunger. You are walking, or perhaps trudging, toward the village of Oakhaven, a place that sits in the valley like a bruise on the green flank of the hill. The air smells of rot and rain, a thick, cloying scent that coats the back of your throat. You are a soldier,...

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