The Pale Meridian
March 14, 2024 The first thing you notice is the whiteness, a sterile, aggressive brightness that seems to vibrate against the back of your eyes, and the second is the smell of antiseptic, sharp and cold, hanging in the air like a threat. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, a cartographer of some renown in the quiet circles of geographic academia, though that title now feels like a relic...
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