The Faded Quadrant

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The rain did not fall so much as it pressed against the high, arched windows of the watchtower, a grey, persistent thumb pushing against the glass as if trying to force its way into the dry, cold air of the chamber. Silas stood in the center of the room, his back to the window, his hands resting on the hilt of a sword that had not been drawn in forty years. The steel was old, pitted by time and...

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