The Faded Quadrant

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The banquet hall smelled of roasted goose and old stone, a heavy, suffocating perfume that clung to the velvet of my chair. I sat in the corner, a shadow among the light, watching the Governor’s son, Julian, cut his meat with the precise, surgical grace of a man who had never known a hunger that could not be purchased. Across the long oak table, the merchants of the Guild sat in their polished...

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