The Faded Quadrant

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2026-08-19 03:13:14 -

The dream began with the smell of wet wool and iron, a scent so potent it seemed to curdle the air in the small, rented room above the chandler’s shop. In the dream, Julian was standing in the Grand Hall of the White Palace, a place that existed only in the feverish geography of his mind, where the chandeliers were made of woven spider silk and the floor was polished obsidian. He was wearing...

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