The Faded Quadrant

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The morning mist clung to the cobblestones of Whitmore’s Court like a shroud that refused to lift, wrapping the ancient city in a damp, grey silence that felt less like air and more like a held breath. Elara stood at the window of her cramped attic room, her fingers tracing the condensation on the glass, watching the street below where the shadows of the passersby moved with a hurried,...

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