The Faded Quadrant

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The air in the Great Hall of the Athenaeum tasted of dust and old iron, a metallic tang that coated the back of your throat as you stood at the foot of the dais, clutching the leather-bound ledger so tightly your knuckles had turned the color of bone. Around you, the shadows seemed to lengthen, stretching like grasping fingers across the marble floor, while the few remaining candles flickered...

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