The Faded Quadrant

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The iron gate of Blackwood Keep had not been opened by a hand in three centuries, yet it swung inward with a groan that sounded like the cracking of old ribs, admitting us into the courtyard where the air was thick with the smell of wet stone and the lingering, sweet rot of the feast that had been laid out for our arrival, a banquet of cold meat and stale bread set upon a table of black oak as...

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