The Faded Quadrant
The dream was not a dream, but a fevered architecture of smoke and ash that refused to dissolve into the waking world, and it centered entirely on the great, rotating wheel of the King’s mill, a mechanism of such immense and terrifying beauty that it seemed to be the only true thing left in a universe slowly unraveling at its seams, where the gears ground against one another with a sound like...
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