The Faded Quadrant

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The rain did not fall so much as it seeped, a cold, persistent exhalation from the bruised heavens that had hung over the valley of Blackwood for three days without cease. Inside the stone keep of Aldercrest, the air was thick with the scent of damp wool, old iron, and the faint, acrid bite of tallow that burned low in the sconces along the corridor. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the...

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