The Faded Quadrant
The road out of the valley was not a path but a wound in the earth, a jagged line of grey stone and packed dirt that cut through the heather like a scar. It was a place of boundaries, where the known world ended and the wild, indifferent expanse began. Here, the air tasted of iron and decay. Elias Thorne walked with a heavy step, his boots sinking into the mud that clung to his shins with a...
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