The Faded Quadrant

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2026-08-19 04:03:29 -

The mud sucked at his boots. It was a thick, cold slurry that rose to his ankles with every step. Elias stood in the center of the courtyard. Rain hammered the flagstones. It drummed a steady, indifferent rhythm. He held his sword low. The steel was dull. It had not been sharpened in days. His breath came in short, sharp bursts. He could see the mist rising from his chest. Across the yard stood...

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