The Faded Quadrant

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The rain did not fall. It hovered. I walked through the mist. It tasted of iron and old blood. My boots sank into the mud. The mud was warm. It pulsed. I was the Constable of the Grey Ward. That is what they called me. I wore the badge. It was heavy. It pulled at my neck. My sister, Elara, wore the same weight. We walked in tandem. She was to my left. Her shadow was longer than mine. "Keep your...

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