The Faded Quadrant

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The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the slate of the manor house, a relentless, hollow rhythm that echoed in the empty halls. Sir Aldric stood alone in the great hall. He was old. His hands, once capable of splitting oak with a single stroke, now trembled with a fine, persistent shiver. He held the shield. It was not a weapon, but a part of him. The shield was wood and...

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