The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The ice was not merely cold, but a living, breathing entity that pressed against the back of my skull with the weight of a decade of unspoken grief, and as I drove the point of my bayonet into the shoulder of the man who had once been my brother, the sound was not a thud but a wet, tearing whisper that seemed to unravel the very fabric of the winter air surrounding us in the sterile, white void...

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