The Faded Quadrant

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The iron gates of the Chateau de Lys groaned open in the grey pre-dawn, admitting a cold wind that smelled of wet stone and old blood. It was not a sound of welcome, but of judgment, as if the very walls were shifting their weight to observe who dared enter. Thomas Vane stood in the courtyard, his hands trembling not from the chill, but from the vibration that hummed in his own left hand. It...

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