The Faded Quadrant
"You will have to give it up, Thomas. The Council has made its decision. The water is rising, and the old stones cannot hold against the new city." I looked at the woman speaking to me, Margaret, whose face was pale with the kind of exhaustion that comes not from lack of sleep, but from a long, slow grief for something she could no longer name. We stood in the center of the market square, a...
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