The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The mud clings to your boots like wet sand, heavy and cold, sucking at the leather as you step off the truck. You are here to be released. That is what the paperwork says. Released. A word that tastes like copper in the mouth, sharp and metallic, stripping the illusion of freedom you have cultivated in the gray cell for three years. The air outside is thin, tasting of ozone and burnt rubber. It...

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