The Faded Quadrant

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The bell rang. It was a sharp, metallic shriek that tore through the fog. It cut the silence. The village held its breath. Mara stood by the window. Her hands were still. They were cold. She watched the smoke rise. It twisted in the gray air. It looked like a snake. It looked like a question. The war had come to the valley. It did not ask for permission. It did not knock. It broke the door...

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