The Faded Quadrant

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2026-08-19 08:41:32 -

The banquet hall smelled of roasted pheasant and stale iron, a cloying sweetness that hung in the air like a heavy, damp blanket. I sat at the far end of the long mahogany table, my uniform pressed tight against my chest, the brass buttons cold against my skin. Around me, the officers of the 14th Ironclad Division laughed, their voices echoing off the vaulted ceilings, a cacophony of...

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