The Faded Quadrant

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The axe bit into the oak. It did not yield. Elias wiped his brow. The wood was dark. Hard. Unyielding. He swung again. The handle splintered. A crack ran down the trunk. Not from the blade. From within. The man in the red cloak stood at the gate. He did not move. He watched. His face was smooth. Young. Too young. "You are tired," the man said. His voice was soft. Like wind in dry leaves. Elias...

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