The Faded Quadrant

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The air in the Hall of Whispers tastes of iron and crushed violets, a cloying sweetness that coats the back of your throat as you watch the great chandelier swing, its glass prisms fracturing the moonlight into a thousand jagged stars that dance across the marble floor like the spilled secrets of kings. You are the master of the loom, the weaver of fate, and your fingers, stained with indigo...

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