The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The dream was not a dream. It was a static field, a gray void where the air tasted of copper and wet ash. In the center of this nothingness stood a single object. A lantern. Not the crude, soot-stained thing used by miners or hikers, but a polished brass vessel, intricate and fragile. It glowed with a pale, sickly light. It did not burn. It simply existed, bright against the dark. Elias Thorne...

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