The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain hits the wet stone. You feel it on your neck. Cold. Sharp. You are walking. Your boots are heavy. Muddy. The path is narrow. It winds through the dark. You know this place. You have walked it for years. But tonight the air is different. It tastes of iron. Of old blood. You are a knight. You serve the King. You are not a man. You are a tool. A sword in a sheath. A fist in a glove. You...

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