The Faded Quadrant

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The bell in the steeple of St. Jude’s did not ring to call the faithful; it rang to mark the hour of departure. You stood on the cobblestones, your breath pluming in the thin, pale air of the ancient town, watching the cart load with the last of the harvest. The air smelled of damp earth and rotting apples, a scent that had seeped into the fibers of your cloak, into the very marrow of your...

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