The Faded Quadrant
The fire started in the orchard. It ate the apple trees first. Then the fences. Then the sky turned a bruised purple, choking out the stars. Elias stood on the ridge. He held his staff. The wood was ash. It had been ash for three days. Behind him, the army marched. They were loud. They were many. They carried banners with the crest of the Crown. "Do not follow," said the voice. It was not a...
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