The Faded Quadrant

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2026-08-19 15:38:34 -

The iron gate shrieked as it swung open. Thomas stood in the courtyard. Rain lashed his face. He was twelve years old. His hands were bound. The guards watched. They did not speak. They held their spears tight. The castle loomed above. Stone walls. High towers. It was a place of power. Thomas felt small. He felt cold. He looked at the gate again. It was closed. The chain was thick. The iron was...

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