The Pale Meridian
The iron bars of the window were not merely obstacles; they were the ribs of a cage that had grown into my own flesh over the last three years, fusing with the bone until I could no longer tell where the stone of the keep ended and the sin of my body began. I stood before the Great Mirror in the Hall of Judgments, a vast slab of polished obsidian that did not reflect light so much as it...
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