The Faded Quadrant

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2026-08-19 01:44:27 -

The rain did not fall. It hung. I stood in the mud. The mud was thick. It sucked at my boots. It wanted to keep me. I did not want to stay. But my legs were heavy. My arms were heavy. The sword in my hand was heavier. It was a good sword. It was old. It was mine. I had killed men with it. I had cut through armor. I had cut through lies. Now it felt like a branch of dead wood. I walked to the...

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