The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The dream was a lattice of green. Not the green of spring, but the sickly, verdigris hue of decay. It stretched out in a perfect grid, a wire mesh suspended in a void of black water. Marcus stood on the grid. His boots were heavy. They were not the soft leather of the field, but the stiff, steel-toed shoes of the guard house. He could feel the vibration of the wires beneath his feet. They...

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