The Faded Quadrant

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The smell of rotting lavender and old blood was the first thing that greeted me, a cloying, sweet stench that clung to the back of my throat like a second skin, permeating the very stones of the undercroft where I had spent the last three days sleeping in fitful, haunted bursts, waking only to the sound of my own breathing and the distant, rhythmic dripping of water from the cracked ceiling...

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