The Faded Quadrant
The road from the lowlands to the high castle was a ribbon of mud and stone, slick with the rain that had not stopped for three days. Seraphina rode at the head of the small column, her horse a grey mare named Lumen, her armor dented and dull with the grime of the journey. Behind her, the baggage train moved slowly, a snail’s trail of oxen and carts carrying the supplies for the garrison. The...
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