The Faded Quadrant
The road to the Ashen Vale was not a road at all. It was a scar in the earth, a vein of grey stone that pulsed with a low, tectonic hum. Elias walked it with the heavy, rhythmic cadence of a man who had long since stopped listening to the wind. He wore the coat of his brother, Julian. It was too large for him now, the sleeves rolled twice, the wool frayed at the cuffs. The fabric smelled of...
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