The Faded Quadrant

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2026-08-19 18:02:56 -

The ash fell like a fine, grey snow, settling on the shoulders of your coat and caking into the crevices of your fingers, a particulate weight that seemed to pull you down into the earth with every step you took through the ruined street of Oakhaven. You were not running, for there was nowhere left to run to, and the fire that had consumed the eastern quarter of the town had long since died...

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