The Faded Quadrant

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The feast was not of food. It was of light. In the high vaulted hall of the Guild, the air shimmered. Candles burned without wax. They floated. They drifted like pale jellyfish in a dark sea. The masons sat in rows. They did not speak. They watched the light. The light was a commodity. It was traded. It was weighed. It was sold. Elias Thorne sat at the far end. He was the Master of Weights. His...

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