The Faded Quadrant

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The feast was not a celebration but a feeding, a grotesque display of abundance that seemed to mock the hollow ache in my stomach as I stood on the edge of the ancient moor, the rain beginning to speckle the wet stone of the old watchtower where the village elders had gathered to mark the winter solstice with roasted meats and strong ale that smelled of pine and decay. I was Margery, the...

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