The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The fog did not roll in from the sea, as it did in the lowlands of my birth, but it rose from the black, rotting timber of the forest floor, a thick, grey soup that smelled of wet wool and old blood, swallowing the world whole until only the immediate, trembling radius of my own breath remained visible to me. I stood at the edge of the Pale Meridian, that ancient, invisible line where the...

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