The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The blood was already drying in the crevices of your knuckles, a rust-colored map of your own making, as you pressed your forearm against the pulsating membrane of the wall. It was not a wall, you realized with a detached, clinical clarity that felt like a second skin, but a living thing, a vast and translucent sheet of tissue that stretched from the floor to a ceiling that did not exist,...

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