The Faded Quadrant

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The mist clung to the valley floor like a wet woolen shroud, heavy and damp against Maren’s skin, as she climbed the path that spiraled upward into the grey teeth of the mountain, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts that tasted of iron and old stone, while the air around her grew thinner, colder, and increasingly silent with a silence that felt less like the absence of sound and more like...

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