The Faded Quadrant

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2026-08-19 08:46:00 -

The rain had been falling on the village of Oakhaven for three days, turning the cobblestones into black mirrors that reflected the grey, bruised sky. I stood at the edge of the cliff, my boots sinking into the mud, watching the sea churn below. It was a place where the wind carried the scent of salt and decay, a smell that seemed to settle into the marrow of my bones. I was not there to admire...

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