The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The rain falls hard on the cobblestones of the Grey Ward. It is a cold, metallic rain. It tastes of iron and old blood. You walk with your back straight. Your boots strike the wet stone in a steady rhythm. *Clack. Clack. Clack.* You are a Sentinel of the High Keep. Your uniform is grey wool, stiff with damp. On your chest, pinned over the heart, is the Meridian. It is a brooch of pale,...

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