The Faded Quadrant

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The frost bit deep into the timber of the watchtower. It was a cold that did not merely sit on the skin but burrowed into the marrow, a silent thief stealing the heat from my bones. I sat by the dying embers of the hearth, the only warmth left in the keep of Blackwood, and watched the sparks rise and dissolve into the black void above. Outside, the wind howled through the skeletal branches of...

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