The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

"You are late, soldier." The voice did not come from outside. It resonated in the marrow of your bones, a low hum that vibrated against your teeth. You opened your eyes. The air was thick, tasting of wet stone and old iron. You were standing in a corridor that stretched into a darkness so profound it seemed to have weight. To your left, a single torch burned in a sconce, its flame blue and...

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