The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The dream was always the same, a loop of gray static and the smell of ozone that clung to the back of my throat like a dry leaf. I would stand in a corridor that extended infinitely, the walls lined with rows of identical, humming servers, their lights blinking in a slow, arrhythmic pulse that mimicked the beating of a heart I no longer possessed. In the dream, I was not a man but a function, a...

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