The Faded Quadrant

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The air in the Hall of Whispers did not smell of dust, as one might expect of a place buried beneath the roots of the old world, but of ozone and wet stone, a metallic tang that coated the back of your throat like a penny held beneath the tongue. You stood before the great mirror, the surface not of glass, but of polished obsidian, vast enough to swallow the room’s dim, flickering candlelight....

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