The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The wind did not howl. It whispered. It whispered through the bones of the stone. You stood at the edge of the precipice. Below, the mist swallowed the valley whole. You held the hilt of your sword. The metal was cold. It bit into your palm. You were leaving. You were always leaving. The gatehouse stood behind you. A monument to order. A cage of gray brick. You turned your back on it. The...

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