The Faded Quadrant

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The fog did not lift so much as it thickened, a grey wool drawn tight over the face of the valley. Elias walked with his head bowed, the weight of his satchel digging into his shoulder, the leather strap worn smooth by decades of use. He was a scholar of the old texts, a man who had spent his life cataloging the dead, but here, in the borderlands between the known world and the mist, he felt...

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