The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The fog is thick. It tastes of iron. You stand on the ridge. The mist swallows the valley below. You cannot see the ground. You cannot see your feet. You are alone. The silence is heavy. It presses against your eardrums. You breathe. The air is cold. It bites your lungs. You are the warden. You are the eye. You are the wall. The order was clear. Hold the line. Do not let them cross. Do not let...

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