The Faded Quadrant

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2026-08-19 20:43:00 -

The dream was always the same. It started with the smell of wet wool and coal smoke. Elias stood in a field that shouldn't have existed, a vast expanse of grey mud under a sky the color of a bruise. In the center of the field stood a single oak tree. It was not a tree of life. It was a thing of weight and rot. Its branches were bare, knotted like the hands of old men. The leaves, few and far...

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