The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The door was locked. I knew it was locked. The handle was cold iron. My fingers trembled. The key was in my pocket. I did not use it. Outside, the rain hammered the stone. It was a heavy, wet sound. It sounded like bone breaking. I stood in the hallway. The walls were thick. Three feet of granite. We were deep underground. A vault. A tomb for knowledge. "You shouldn't be here," said a voice. It...

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