The Pale Meridian

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2026-08-20 03:12:57 -

The Pale Meridian

The taste of copper fills your mouth, thick and cold, as the bayonet tip presses against the wet wool of your collar. You are on your back in the mud of the trench, the sky above a bruised and unchanging grey. Rain slicks your hair to your forehead. The man across from you is young, barely older than you, his eyes wide with a terror that has long since curdled into something harder. He does not...

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