The Faded Quadrant

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The heavy oak door of the scriptorium stood bolted shut against the winter wind that gnawed at the castle’s ancient stone bones, and I sat alone in the dim amber light of the single tallow candle, my fingers stained with the black soot of the ink I had ground that morning, watching the dust motes dance in the stagnant air like tiny, suspended souls refusing to depart this world. My master,...

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