The Faded Quadrant

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The rain did not fall. It hovered. A thick, grey mist clung to the cobblestones of the lower town, dampening the wool of the sentries and the leather of their belts. Thomas stood at the gate. He was a man of the Watch, a soldier of the Iron Ward, but here, in the Whispering Quarter, the uniform felt like a shroud. The air tasted of iron and old rot. His brother, Elias, was gone. Three days. The...

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