The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a grey, static veil that clung to the stones of the high keep, turning the ancient fortification into a place of damp silence and waiting breath, where the wind moved through the iron-banded doors with a sound like a sigh from a dying god, and it was in this suffocating stillness, with the scent of wet wool and old blood thick enough to taste...

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