The Faded Quadrant

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, persistent mist that settled into the wool of Elara’s coat and the grey stone of the village square. It was the season of the Long Dusk, when the sun retreated early and the shadows of the oaks stretched long and thin across the cobblestones, like the fingers of old men reaching for a hand that was no longer there. Elara sat alone on...

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