The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The iron lungs of the foundry groaned against the night sky, a rhythmic, suffocating exhale that filled the air with the taste of rust and burnt coal, and you stand at the threshold of the Great Hall, a structure of blackened brick and twisted steel that rises like a jagged tooth from the earth, its windows shattered by the recent uprising, leaving it open to the cold wind that whistles through...

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