The Faded Quadrant

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You are the High Warden of the Obsidian Keep, a fortress of black stone that pierces the gray skies of the Northern Reach, and the weight of the crown upon your head is not made of gold but of accumulated years. The air in the throne room is stale, thick with the scent of dried lavender and the metallic tang of old blood, and you sit upon the iron chair, your joints creaking with a rust that...

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