The Faded Quadrant

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The ink was dry. The seal was red. The parchment lay on the table, cold as a stone. Elias looked at it. His hands shook. Not from fear. From hunger. He had not eaten since dawn. The bread was stale. The water was flat. But the paper. The paper was alive. It was a writ. A simple thing. A standard form. Clause four, subsection B. The penalty for unauthorized transit. The fine was fifty silver...

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