The Pale Meridian
You have always lived in the house that breathes. The stone is old. It is older than the name you were given. Older than the debt you carry in your blood. You are a builder, though your hands do not shape wood or brick. You shape silence. You shape the spaces between words. Your trade is negotiation. You sit in the high tower of the Blackwood Manor, a structure that defies the geometry of the...
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