The Faded Quadrant
The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of Millhaven into a slick, black mirror that reflected the grey sky and the weary faces of those who dared to venture out. Elara stood at the window of her cramped attic room, watching the water drip from the eaves in a steady, metronomic rhythm that matched the pounding of her own head. She was twelve years old, though the...
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