The Faded Quadrant

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The fire started in the thatch of the upper chapel and the smoke was so thick, so black and heavy with the scent of burning pine resin and old dust, that it felt less like a natural disaster and more like the sky itself was collapsing into the nave, pressing down on the shoulders of the few who remained, for the village had fled an hour before, leaving behind only the echoes of their panicked...

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