The Faded Quadrant

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The fog did not roll in; it rose, a thick, grey breath exhalation from the earth itself, swallowing the cobblestones of Harrowgate and the iron spires of the old mill. Elias Vane sat on the edge of the riverbank, his legs dangling over the water, watching the mist coalesce into shapes that had no right to exist. He had been in this city for three months, though time had begun to stretch and...

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