The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The tower stood in the center of the square. It did not move. It did not blink. It just stood, grey and tall, smelling of old stone and ozone. I was twelve. I was small. I was inside. "Look up, Jack," said Silas. His voice was a dry crackle. Like a match striking in the dark. "Look up. The King is awake." I looked. I saw the windows. They were not windows. They were eyes. Huge, unblinking, wet...

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