The Faded Quadrant

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The morning mist clung to the cobblestones of the old district like a shroud that refused to be shaken off, wrapping the spires of the Citadel in a gray, suffocating embrace. Elias Thorne, a man whose face had been carved by years of rigid discipline and the relentless grind of duty, walked his usual patrol along the edge of the riverbank. The air was thick with the smell of damp stone and...

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