The Pale Meridian
The collapse of the eastern wall did not happen with a sound, but with a sigh, a long, shuddering exhalation of dust and ancient stone that filled the cathedral’s vaulted ceiling with a thick, grey fog, and you stood there, your uniform torn and stained with the red of your own vitality, watching the sky bleed through the holes in the masonry, realizing that the building you had sworn to...
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