The Faded Quadrant

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The bell tower stood alone in the marsh. It was a ruin of white stone, cracked like an egg dropped from a height. The mortar had wept away in the rain, leaving the blocks loose, shifting with the wind. Elias Vane sat at the base, his back against the cold masonry. He was a scholar of old things, a man who had spent thirty years in the damp archives of the university, cataloging the silence of...

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