The Faded Quadrant

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The rain in the High Valleys did not fall so much as it descended, a slow, grey curtain that eroded the stone and the spirit in equal measure. Elias Thorne walked with a gait that had once been brisk, now heavy with the weight of a man who carries not a bag, but a history. He was a glassblower by trade, a craftsman whose fingers had once shaped molten silica into delicate, singing vessels, but...

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