The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The artillery did not roar so much as it tore the fabric of the afternoon, a sudden, violent unraveling that left the air tasting of copper and wet ash. Silas Vane stood in the center of the orchard, his hands deep in the cold, heavy earth, his knuckles white and trembling not from the cold, but from the sheer, paralytic weight of the silence that followed each distant, thunderous crack. He was...

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