The Faded Quadrant

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The bell tower stands in the mist, a jagged tooth of grey stone biting into the low-hanging clouds. You do not remember climbing it. Your boots, caked in the red mud of the valley, are soaked through to the skin. The wind is a physical thing, a cold hand pressing against your chest, trying to push you off the narrow ledge. You grip the railing, the iron cold and slick. Below, the village of...

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