The Faded Quadrant

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You are standing in the mud of the trench, holding the compass like a holy relic, and the rain is falling with a persistence that feels less like weather and more like a judgment from a sky that has forgotten how to be merciful. The mud is black and slick, a substance that seems to have a will of its own, sucking at your boots with a viscous, hungry pull that threatens to drag you down into the...

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