The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that turned the cobblestones of the lower city into slick, black mirrors reflecting the dull, soot-stained faces of the men who walked them. I remember the weight of the chain around my ankle, not as a physical burden, but as a cold, metallic taste in the back of my throat, a constant reminder of the debt I owed to the city and...

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