The Faded Quadrant

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The dream had no horizon, only a vertical descent into a cellar where the air tasted of wet iron and old stone. Thomas stood at the bottom of the spiral stair, his breathing ragged in the silence, the weight of his armor pressing against his lungs like a physical hand. He was a captain in the King’s guard, a man whose days were measured by the sharpening of steel and the counting of hours, yet...

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