The Faded Quadrant

added blog Literature

2026-08-19 02:01:23 -

The glass shattered. Not broke. Shattered. Into a hundred jagged teeth of crystal. I held the shard. It cut my thumb. Blood welled. Bright red. Against the grey stone floor. The Guildmaster stood over me. His face was a mask of disappointment. I was nine. I was a scribe. I was a failure. The room was cold. The Great Hall of the Archivists. High ceilings. Vaulted brick. Dust motes dancing in the...

0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews