[ You're not supposed to be here either, Carver thinks, but he doesn't do the smart thing and shoot this woman in the head. He just stares at her, and watches as their surroundings twist and shift into something stranger. Familiar and not-familiar, a fever dream of imagery that makes sense and doesn't at the same time. He knows this place, the stink of decay and the sound of groaning rope, and he doesn't. He knows this place but not this woman, in her nice clean armor, wearing bells of all goddamn things like that won't get her ass killed the moment she goes out beyond the wall.
But the place beyond Meridian-not-Merdian is a dark horizon, stretching out forever under stars he doesn't recognize.
It sets his teeth on edge. Everything does here. ]
There's something dangerous everywhere. The fuck is wrong with you?
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But the place beyond Meridian-not-Merdian is a dark horizon, stretching out forever under stars he doesn't recognize.
It sets his teeth on edge. Everything does here. ]
There's something dangerous everywhere. The fuck is wrong with you?