The Faded Quadrant

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The mud sucked at Elias’s boots. He kicked free. One boot. Then the other. The air tasted of iron and wet wool. He smelled blood. Not his. Who is that? he asked. His voice sounded strange. Distant. Like it came from a well. It is the boy, said the man behind him. The one from the mill. Elias looked up. A figure stood in the doorway of the stone barn. Young. Pale. Holding a rope. The rope was...

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