The Faded Quadrant

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The cold does not kill you. It only waits. You know this because you have walked through three winters in the highlands, and your hands have not yet turned to stone. But the cold is a patient thing. It sits on your shoulders. It eats the warmth from your bones. And you are still here. You are holding the mirror. It is not a large thing. Just a shard of silver glass, no bigger than your palm. It...

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