The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The iron gate of the Blackwood Citadel did not groan so much as it sighed, a long, metallic exhalation that seemed to come from the earth itself, vibrating through the soles of my boots and up into the marrow of my shins. I stood in the courtyard, the air thick with the scent of wet stone and ancient dust, my hand resting on the hilt of a sword that felt less like a weapon and more like an...

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