The Faded Quadrant

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The bell did not ring. It cracked. Maren stood in the center of the Hall of Whispers, her hands pressed against the cold stone of the pillar. The sound was a dry snap, like a bone giving way under pressure. Dust fell from the vaulted ceiling. It settled on her shoulders, gray and fine. She looked up. The great chime, the voice of the city, was broken. A single piece of bronze hung by a frayed...

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