The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The pilgrim road out of the last village stretched under a sky the color of old iron, a long, dusty artery where mule trains and foot-soldiers mixed in the morning heat. The air smelled of crushed thorn and the metallic tang of dried blood from a slaughtered goat, a scent that clung to the back of the throat. I stood at the edge of the scrubland, my boots sinking into the hard-packed earth,...

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