The Faded Quadrant

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The sky did not merely darken; it collapsed inward, a bruised and swollen dome of charcoal that pressed down upon the stone ramparts of Aethelgard until the very mortar seemed to groan under the weight of the coming silence. Thomas Bradshaw stood at the edge of the battlements, his hand resting on the pommel of a sword that had not seen blood in three years, feeling the cold sweat bead along...

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