The Faded Quadrant
The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a grey veil that smothered the valley of Aethelgard. We had walked for three days through the mist, my armor heavy with damp and the weight of my own doubt. I am Kaelen. I am a shield-bearer of the High Order, trained since boyhood to strike down the Unseen, to uphold the Law of Clarity. Yet here I stood, breathing hard, my hand resting on the hilt of a...
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