The Faded Quadrant

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The wind that swept through the high, vaulted corridors of the Priory of St. Jude did not howl so much as it whispered, a low, rhythmic susurration that seemed to emanate from the very stones, carrying with it the scent of damp earth, decaying wood, and the faint, metallic tang of old blood that had long since soaked into the mortar. Brother Thomas stood in the center of the scriptorium, his...

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