The Faded Quadrant

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The ink on the seal was dry, but the air in the Hall of Whispers was thick with the scent of ozone and rotting lilies. You held the quadrant in your left hand, the brass cold against your palm, while the right hand gripped the hilt of your sword so tightly your knuckles turned the color of old bone. The corridor stretched before you, a long throat of stone that seemed to breathe. Dust motes...

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