The Faded Quadrant

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The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the highland road into a slurry of brown mud and shattered heather that sucked at the boots of the men marching north. Thomas Ashworth walked at the rear of the column, his hand resting on the pommel of a sword that had seen better centuries. He was not a soldier in the traditional sense, nor a knight in the shining armor of legend, but a Warden...

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