The Pale Meridian
The rain hits the stone. It is a cold, grey rain. It soaks into the mortar. It seeps into your bones. You are a man of the law. You are a keeper of the peace. You stand at the gate. The gate is high. The walls are higher. You do not look up. You look down. You look at the mud. You look at the boots of the men behind you. They are young. They are afraid. You are not afraid. Fear is a luxury. You...
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